(Karen’s POV, Present Tense)

After the trial recess, I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I can’t even think straight.

The image of my mother on that stand keeps replaying, her voice betraying me in front of everyone.

Every time I close my eyes, I hear her saying, “I suspected. Yes.”

Dre doesn’t let me spiral alone. He paces the living room like a man with a mission, his phone in one hand, a notebook in the other. “She thinks she’s untouchable,” he mutters. “Yasmin thinks she ...