AMANDA 

I couldn't argue with the voice. It scared me and made my gut churn with a sick feeling. My fingers drummed restlessly on the table, and suddenly, paying attention to anything else was impossible.

Until—

The judge's gavel sounded again, and I overheard him say something about calling the first witness.

My lawyer came over to the table, whispered nothing I'd not already heard, and willing myself to stay calm, I directed my gaze toward the witness stand.

I expected Dylan or Kent ...