MILLIE'S POV
"Hold still," Callie ordered, adjusting the collar of my blouse for the third time. "You look beautiful, but this collar keeps flipping up."
"It's fine, Cal. Nobody's going to care about my collar at a preliminary hearing." I caught her hands gently. "Breathe. You're more nervous than I am."
We were in Braham's study—or rather, what had become our war room for trial preparation. Will Reid's files covered the desk. My testimony notes were highlighted and annotated. Callie had created a timeline of events on a whiteboard that looked like something from a crime drama.
Tomorrow was Sabrina's preliminary hearing. The first major legal step toward murder charges for my mother's death.
"I'm not nervous," Callie protested, then immediately contradicted herself. "Okay, I'm a littl
