Victoria sat at the defense table, her heart racing as she waited for her turn to speak. She had seen many people testify against her, and their words twisted her life into something she didn’t recognize. Now it was her chance to share her side and prove her innocence to the jury.
When the bailiff called her name, Victoria stood up, feeling shaky. She took a deep breath and walked to the witness stand. The courtroom felt colder, with everyone staring at her. She couldn’t show fear; this was too important.
“Please raise your right hand,” the bailiff said. “Do you swear to tell the truth?”
“I do,” Victoria replied, her voice steady despite how nervous she felt. She glanced at Louis, who nodded at her, giving her a bit of strength.
Charles Whitman approached the stand, looking calm. “Vict
