Lena's POV
Aiden took the stand on day four.
I had known it was coming, Diana had mapped every phase of the trial and had been precise about the order. Knowing it was coming and watching it happen were still two different things.
He was good.
Whatever coaching Voss had given him showed. He was not the Aiden of the grocery bag photographs.
Not the Aiden at the gate. This was a version I recognized from the early years, composed, articulate, the version that had once convinced me he was someone worth building a life around.
Almost convincing now.
Almost.
Voss led him through it with the practiced ease of a man who trusted his client.
"Mr. Norman," Voss said. "Tell the court about your marriage in its early years."
Aiden looked at the room.
"It was real," he said. "I want to be cl
