“Yes.”
Slowly…
I stood.
The atmosphere inside the courtroom changed instantly.
Reporters from the legal press lifted their cameras.
The room became silent.
For the first time all morning…
Julian looked uncertain.
Without saying a word, I slipped off my gray coat.
A wave of disbelief swept across the courtroom.
Long pale scars stretched across my shoulders, ribs, and arms.
They weren’t small marks.
They were impossible to ignore.
Visible reminders of years Julian believed money and influence had erased forever.
