DANTE
Weston stood with a folder in his hand.
Beside me, Olivia’s fingers were twitching again and I didn’t have to look at her to feel the nerves rolling off her.
For all I knew, she’d already decided her fate was sealed and Dominic’s lies had done their job too well.
Her gaze kept darting between the jury box and Weston, like she was searching for a sign to tell her this wasn’t over yet.
I could guess the questions running through her head.
What could Weston possibly say now? What could possibly undo the story Dominic told?
Everyone in that room believed she had attacked him. To them, it was clear-cut and unprovoked.
But Olivia knew the truth, and I did too.
It wasn’t as simple as they thought. It wasn’t even close to the version Dominic was selling.
He’d painted himself as a
