Adrian's POV
The trial entered its third week on a Monday and by Wednesday the prosecution had finished presenting the medical evidence.
Three years of records. Dosage logs, prescription histories, toxicology reports. Dr. Mercer's testimony had run four days and the defense had not dented it meaningfully. The numbers were the numbers.
I watched from the second row with Marcus on my left and my attorney on my right and I kept my face neutral the way I kept it neutral in boardrooms. My father sat at the defense table thirty feet away and had not looked at me once in three weeks. I had stopped expecting him to.
Lena was in court on Thursday.
Not as a witness — her deposition had been submitted in July and the prosecution had chosen not to call her in person. She came because Dana had tol
