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Silas
Silas took the stand, his stomach hard as rock, his emotions locked up tight. He hadn’t slept worth a s**t thinking about Troy and where his head was in regards to them—if there was a them anymore to even worry over.
Acid ate at his guts, twisting his insides into a frustrating knot of worry.
But his face stayed unlined and calm as always. Unmoved from its placid state as though untouchable—unaffected—by the situation he faced.
He rested in the witness chair regardless of his inner turmoil as Greg Harlan stood before him.
The assistant DA asked questions about the morning of Brian Parsons’s death at a rapid rate, exactly as Noah and Troy had warned, but Silas stayed true to his story. Nothing Greg spewed or tossed out would make Silas change what he’d recounted countless tim
