Monday morning, the courtroom was packed again. Maya took her seat beside Jennifer, her stomach churning with anxiety.
“All rise.”
Judge Morrison entered and took her seat. The jury filed in, their faces unreadable.
“Mr. Reid, call your next witness.”
“The State calls Dr. Patricia Wong, forensic expert.”
A woman in her fifties took the stand, wearing a professional blazer and glasses. She was sworn in.
“Dr. Wong, can you tell the jury about your credentials?”
“I have a PhD in forensic chemistry. I’ve worked in the field for twenty-three years, specializing in decomposition analysis and trace evidence.”
“And you examined the infant clothing found beneath the window at St. Catherine’s Medical Center?”
“Yes, I did.”
“What did you find?”
“The fabric showed significant staining consi
