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35. The Eyewitness Cracks

The courtroom had a different weight today.

It wasn’t louder, exactly—but the air carried an edge, like the town could smell blood and wasn’t sure whose it would be. The pews were just as full, the Cresthaven family still a wall of black-clad faces. The mayor was absent this time, but that didn’t m...