TRIAL (SIX)

CORA

From the look on Olsen's face, it was obvious that he did not care about what Greg's brother wanted to say.

I got out of the witness box, walked back to my seat, and held Reign's hand just like I did before. We looked at each other briefly and he whispered into my ears, "You did good, Angel."

I smiled at him while the young boy got into the witness box, raised his right hand, and took an oath. Afterward, the judge gestured to the prosecuting counsel who seemed displeased by what was about to happen.

The boy's mother and sister were staring at him, probably wondering what he was about to say and why he had kept silent all this while.

"What do you intend to tell this honorable court?" The prosecutor asked him.

"It was a year ago," the boy began to narrate. "I visited Greg and while we ate, he kept staring at his phone. I got curious and joined him to see what he was looking at. It was a picture of a beautiful girl. She was tall, had long legs, and stood on a runway with a smile on