ELENA

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I'd spent my whole career learning not to react in a room like this, and I needed every bit of that training now, because Ackerman had just laid my sin out on the record and the only thing holding me up was the habit of a still face.

Every head in the courtroom had turned to me. I could feel them. The judge, waiting. William, looking pleased with himself for the first time all morning. Ackerman, easing back into his chair.

Damon wasn't looking at me, though. He'd turned in his ...