MILLIE'S POV
The courthouse felt suffocating despite its high ceilings and large windows.
I sat in the gallery between Braham and Callie, watching as Martha was led into the courtroom in an orange jumpsuit. Her hands were cuffed in front of her, and she looked thinner than I remembered. Hollower.
But when her eyes found mine, the hatred there was still very much alive.
"All rise," the bailiff announced. "The Honorable Judge Catherine Marshall presiding."
We stood as the judge entered…a woman in her sixties with sharp eyes and a no-nonsense demeanor.
"Please be seated. We're here for the preliminary hearing in the case of The State versus Martha Harvey. Charges include attempted kidnapping of a minor, child endangerment, and stalking." Judge Marshall looked at Martha. "How does the de
