After Maya’s testimony, the defense rested.
Judge Morrison looked at both attorneys. “Closing arguments tomorrow morning. Court is adjourned.”
Back in the holding cell, Maya sat with her head in her hands.
“I messed up,” she said. “I sounded guilty.”
“No, you sounded emotional. There’s a difference.” Jennifer was packing her briefcase. “Maya, Reid’s job was to make you look bad. But you told the truth. That’s all we could ask for.”
“The jury hated me.”
“The jury saw a scared nineteen-year-old who lost her baby. Some of them looked sympathetic.” Jennifer paused. “Tomorrow I give closing arguments. I’m going to remind them of every piece of doubt we raised. The birth fluids. The missing tools. The service corridor. The fact that you asked for Andrea back. All of it.”
“Do you think it’
