He looked at Daniel now. Daniel did not look back.
“Three weeks ago, in this very courtroom, this mother’s heart rate dropped to thirty-six beats per minute in front of everyone present. A military physician who had never met her before that morning recognized a medical emergency within seconds. The people who had known her for years, who had shared a home and a marriage and a child with her, called it a performance. I do not say this to humiliate anyone. I say it because it is the single most important fact in this case, and I intend to treat it that way.”
I felt Colonel Carter shift slightly in the gallery behind me, not moving, just present. I did not turn around. I kept my eyes on the judge, because for the first time in this entire ordeal, I was not the one who needed to prove anything in this moment. I only needed to listen.
