The Scars Of Her Disdain
too well, but it felt different this time, wrong. It
auma" and "critical condition" floated past me, but they didn't stick. All I co
purple and blue bruises. A tube ran down her throat, a m
hings on a canvas, were now swollen and bandaged. Someone had don
billionaire, a name that dripped with money and power. They called
Sarah Jenkins. She was a prosecutor, a rising star in the DA's offi
ice clipped and distant over the p
er. They left her for dead.
hesitation that felt like
he Thornes are a powerful family
report. There were witnesses.
n's lawyers are already claiming Lil
n my chest. "You know Lil
ice hardening. "And I know what it takes to
, her ambition, always came first. I hung up, th
the small courtroom, watching as the system I once beli
iendly with Brandon Thorne's father, presented a sanitized version of the ev
e a mask of professional neutra
ive suit and a smirk that never left his face. He caught my eye once and
e quiet room, "has a history of... emotional instability. We ha
ely drank. She was focuse
messages from Lily's phone.
ve me alone. Brand
eave but his friends
han, I'm
l evidence directly to
ller's phone. The messages in question appear to have been de
She had deleted them. My own wife had de
ng, sharing a light laugh. The pieces clicked into place, a horrifying picture of a conspiracy I w
s were there. She had been so eager to talk to them, laughing at their jokes, her hand resting on
dull roar around me. When she finally came out, flanked by
t are you d
Sarah. You d
talking about. The evidence wasn't there. Yo
, my voice rising. "I put my sister's life in
ng around to see who was watching. "The evidence di
rah? For you? For
. "And right now, the evidence points to a tragic accident, not a crime. In fact, Mr. T
I couldn't let it end lik
ease. This
th contempt. "Don't touch me. You are embarra
s surrounding him like a shield. He saw us, and that arrogant smi
der, a gesture of casual inti
bothering you?" Brandon asked, his
. She gave him a small, reassuring smile
t me and the broken girl lying in a hospital bed. They were laughing at me without making a sou
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