CHAPTER 21
The trial continued. Using what seemed like an endless parade of former coworkers, college friends, and even the teenage kid who worked at the Starbucks on the ground floor of my old office building, Meili showed the jury how thoroughly Eric trashed my reputation. Those weeks felt like years. She could’ve called more, but I figured it was overkill to bring in my kindergarten teacher or the doctor who amputated my left foot. By the time Mr. Carter finished cross-examining the second-to-last witness on our list, I’d nearly managed to numb myself to hearing over and over how little people now thought of me. Almost.
Knowing what came next, I wiped my palms on my skirt, took a deep breath, and stood.
“The plaintiff calls Anna Guerra to the stand.”
The jurors leaned forward, some
