CHAPTER 23
The next morning, I entered the courtroom with a spring in my step and beamed at the members of the jury while they filed in. Across the aisle, Eric c****d one eyebrow at me, clearly wondering what I had up my sleeve. My smile widened, and I kept my gaze locked on his until the bailiff told us to take our seats.
That smile died when Mr. Carter called his next witness. Although Meili had given me a copy of his witness list, the first name on the list hit me like a sucker punch in the gut. I hadn’t seen him since I threw my glass at his back in the hotel room. What I had seen was a notice in the engagements section of the newspaper I still couldn’t think about without getting upset.
“Your Honor, the defense would like to call Jason Epstein to the stand.”
Oh, no.
We intentiona
