Sierra's POV
Three long days had elapsed since my dad's funeral, which made today the day of Heather's trial. I spent most of the last three days looking at furniture and decorations for our new house with my mom and Sharon. It seemed like Sharon was trying to use it as a form of distraction for both of us. Our alarm sounded loud and sharply at seven in the morning, giving us two hours to prepare for what was coming. Aaron turned the alarm off, rolled back over, and put his arm around me.
"Good morning," he mumbled, kissing the back of my head.
"Morning," I replied, hugging my large pregnancy pillow tighter, not yet wanting to separate myself from the warmth of our king-size bed.
"We have to get moving," he said, burying his face further into my hair and inhaling deeply.
"I know,"
