MILLIE'S POV
"Your Honor, I'd like to play the audio recording of Sabrina Norman's confession." Hayes said.
My phone. The one she'd knocked through the window at her apartment. The forensic team had managed to recover the audio file despite the shattered screen.
Hayes pressed play.
Sabrina's voice filled the courtroom, tinny but unmistakable: "You want to know? You really want to know? Fine! Yes! I poisoned her! A little bit at a time in her tea. Sweet antifreeze that she never tasted. And I watched her die slowly, painfully, while everyone ran around trying to figure out what was wrong."
I closed my eyes, hearing those words again. Hearing my stepmother admit—proudly, viciously—that she'd murdered my mother.
When the recording ended, the silence was deafening.
"Your Honor," Hayes
