Chapter 12
Caroline’s trial began in February.
Snow lined the courthouse steps.
Reporters shouted questions.
The hidden wife.
The stolen children.
The wall house.
I hated every headline.
Claire hated them more.
“They make me sound like a ghost,” she said.
“You’re not.”
“No. But they like me better as one.”
She walked into court anyway.
Shoulders straight.
Hair pinned back.
Mia’s bracelet around her wrist for courage.
I sat behind her with Lily, who insisted on coming only for the opening day.
The therapist approved because Lily wanted to see Caroline unable to order anyone.
When Caroline entered, Lily stiffened.
Claire reached back.
Lily took her hand.
The prosecutor told the story plainly.
A crash.
A stolen wife.
A stolen baby.
Two hidden children.
A man drugged and deceived.
A trust drained for years.
Then Caroline’s attorney stood and painted her as a savior.
Ryan was unstable.
Claire was delusional.
The children were confused.
Caroline had protected everyone from scandal.
I felt Lily shaking.
I leaned down.
“Do you want to leave?”
She shook her head.
“No. I want to hear them lie and know it’s lying.”
That broke me.
That strengthened me.
Both at once.
Claire testified on the third day.
Caroline watched her like a woman watching someone steal her spotlight.
Claire’s voice shook when she gave her name.
Then steadied.
She told the jury about the clinic.
The locked rooms.
The food through vents.
The signatures.
The babies.
When the defense asked why she did not escape, Claire looked at the jury.
“I had children inside with me. Every time I fought, they paid.”
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The courtroom went silent.
Even Caroline looked down.
