Chapter 8 - The Trial BeginsThree months later, the courtroom was packed.
Reporters filled the benches.
Diane arrived looking immaculate.
Perfect hair.
Perfect dress.
Perfect grandmother smile.
But I knew what lived beneath it.
Our attorney stood before the jury.
“This case is about a defenseless child and a woman who believed her frustration gave her permission to hurt him.”
Then the video played.
The courtroom went silent.
The defense tried to argue that the footage had been misunderstood.
Then Lily took the stand.
She was ten years old.
Small.
Terrified.
Brave.
“Tell us what you saw,” our attorney said.
Lily looked at the jury.
“I saw Grandma drop Noah.”
The defense attorney tried to challenge her.
“Are you sure?”
Lily's voice became stronger.
“Yes.”
“Were you confused?”
“No.”
She looked directly at Diane.
“I saw what happened.”
Then she added:
“And I have the video.”
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The courtroom erupted in whispers.
Diane's perfect mask cracked.
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