Chapter 107 Part Of The Silence

• The murmuring in the courtroom rose like rising steam from boiling water, spreading thick and fast. Heads craned toward the fragile woman being wheeled down the aisle, her eyes blank, her fingers curled loosely in her lap like she no longer had the strength to hold onto anything, not even herself.
• Even the judge leaned forward slightly, his brows furrowed in mild confusion.
• The lawyer cleared his throat and said, “This is Mrs. Prescott’s daughter, who was rumored to be dead some time back.”