My mind was racing a mile a minute. I tried to find a flaw with the picture. To see if maybe it was a picture from when they dated, but that couldn’t be.
Callan was wearing the jacket that I had gotten him for Christmas. This picture was real and current.
How could he?
“Ms. Moore, are you with us?” The judge asked.
“Sorry, Your Honor, what?”
“It’s your turn to be questioned, is that okay?”
“Yes.” I mumbled, getting up.
I hated the way my hand immediately went to my stomach. It was a weird instinct, knowing there was a life in there, even if I didn’t want it.
Mr. Freeland gave me an encouraging smile after I got sworn in.
“Please state for the jury your relationship to the defendant.”
“I’m Leo’s ex girlfriend and victim of his kidnapping." I said shakily.
“And was the bre
