Richard's POV
The Harlow Grand Hotel conference room was packed.
Cameras lined the back wall. Reporters filled every seat. Emmanuel stood beside me, his face calm and controlled.
"Remember," he said quietly. "Answer only what you are asked. Do not volunteer information. And do not let them see you sweat."
"I am not sweating."
"You will be."
Tonia sat in the front row, perfectly dressed in white. She looked like an angel. She smiled at me.
I looked away.
At exactly ten o'clock, the moderator called the room to order.
"We will begin with statements, then move to questions. Miss Sinclair, you requested this conference. Please proceed."
Tonia stood. She looked at the cameras, then at me.
"Thank you for coming. I am here today to tell the truth about Evelyn Valentine. Or rather, the
