ELENA
Liam turned.
He found her immediately, the way you found people you had once counted on and then discarded, with the particular speed of someone who already knew the shape of them in a room.
He stared at her.
She didn't move. She didn't smile.
She just stood at the back of the courtroom in a plain coat with her hands at her sides and looked at him with the eyes of a woman who had come a very long way to be in this room and was not going to look away.
"You," he said.
The officers kept moving.
"You did this." His voice was rising now.
The composure cracking the way it always cracked when Liam Carter did not get what he wanted.
"You came back and you did this. Everything I gave you, everything I—"
"Mr. Carter." The officer's voice was firm.
"Get off me." He pulled against
