The courtroom had gone so quiet it sounded staged.
Even the fluorescent lights seemed to hold their breath. The jurors filed in without looking at anyone. One of them kept her hands folded so tightly her knuckles were white. Another stared straight ahead like he was reading something only he could see.
Scarlet sat between Ward and Henry, their shoulders almost touching but not quite. Her hands rested in her lap. She’d been taught in occupational therapy to ground herself that way. Feet flat. Spine straight. Fingers relaxed. When she remembered.
She remembered now.
Henry’s knee bounced. He tried to stop it. It started again anyway.
Across the aisle, Benny looked composed. Not smug. Not nervous. Just composed. His tie was straight. His lawyer leaned in to whisper something that made him
