Charles
I can feel her shaking against me.
Her tears soak into my shirt and I don’t care. All I care about is keeping her steady while that bastard sits across from us like he just showed us a weather report instead of a murder.
Paul leans back in his chair, folding his hands together.
“So,” he says calmly, “now that we’ve established the truth, let’s talk about what happens next.”
I look at him.
“Choose your next words carefully,” I tell him.
He smiles like he enjoys that.
“Molly,” he says, deliberately ignoring me, “your mother is finished if I hand that video over. Premeditated manipulation of documents. Failure to render aid. It won’t look good in court.”
Molly slowly pulls away from my chest. Her face is pale. Her eyes are red. She looks shattered but she’s trying to hold he
