Chapter Twenty-Eight
Madison
“You’ve got this,” the prosecutor said firmly.
As we stared at each other over the video conference call, her gaze softened. “I know this isn’t easy for you.”
My throat was tight. “It’s not, but thank you for understanding.”
The prosecutor was quiet for another moment before c*****g her head to the side and commenting, “I hope you have some support. It’s hard to be a witness against a parent.”
I nodded, swallowing through the tightness in my throat. It felt like a ball of disappointment, regret, and anger with pain tangling inside all of it. I’d never had an amazing relationship with my parents. Our family just wasn’t like that.
I had been shocked when my parents expected me to commit crimes on their behalf or, rather, cover them up, which would’ve made
