Eliana, clad in a hospital gown, appeared frail and worn, her face a canvas of exhaustion. She reminded me of Maeve, her fragile beauty eliciting sympathy at first sight, as if she were a wilted flower begging for sunlight.
As she entered the courtroom in a wheelchair, Wade pushed her gently, treating her like a fragile masterpiece in need of protection. Mason and Tabitha took their seats in the plaintiff’s area, throwing a brief look my way that sent chills down my spine. My feelings of despair turned to ash as I realized their eyes were devoid of love, staring at me as if I were the enemy.
The plaintiff's lawyer began to unveil the evidence against me, presenting it with a calculated precision.
“Everyone, please take a moment to view this video taken shortly after the defendant was found,” he called out, drawing the room's focus.
The screen illuminated our villa, a picture of joy with bright decorations and radiant smiles gracing every face.
As I stepped from the car, my tattered attire sharply contrasted with the warmth of the scene.
Eliana was quick to greet me, her voice ringing with sweetness as she called me sister.