Serena’s POV“Alright, everyone,” I say to the team, trying to sound upbeat. “Great job today. Let’s pick up where we left off tomorrow.”As they gather their things and head out, I tidy up my workspace, trying to keep busy while I wait for Bill. Just as I’m finishing up, I see him walk into the sho
Serena’s POVThe morning of the court hearing arrives, and I wake up feeling anxious. I can barely eat breakfast, my stomach churning with nerves.Bill picks me up early, and we drive to the courthouse in silence.We park and head inside, passing through security and making our way to the designated
Serena’s POVI feel my heart start to race. Hansen's tactic is clear — he's trying to discredit me by dragging my personal life into this. It's infuriating. "That's not relevant to the case," I reply, my voice shaking slightly."Oh, but it is relevant," Hansen presses, his eyes gleaming with triump
Bill’s POVIt's afternoon, and we’re finally on a break. I haven't been called to testify yet, and the waiting is getting to me.I step outside for some fresh air, hoping it will clear my mind. The sun is bright, but it does little to chase away the unease gnawing at my insides. I glance around and
Bill’s POVI take the stand, my heart pounding in my chest. I can feel everyone's eyes on me, but I push down the nerves. This is too important to mess up.Murphy steps forward, his expression serious. "Mr. Richardson, can you tell us what happened on the rooftop the day Ms. Nixon was attacked?"I t
Bill’s POV"I found the earring while I was investigating," I repeat, my voice steady. "I didn't tamper with it. I handed it over to the police immediately.""But without police supervision, isn't it possible that this earring could have been planted by you, Mr. Richardson?"I shake my head. “That's
Serena’s POVBill, Atty. Murphy, and I drive to Bill's mansion in silence, each of us lost in our thoughts.As we pull up to the house, I feel a strange mix of emotions. This place used to be my home. The memories flood back — both good and bad. I grip my bag a little tighter as the house comes into
Bill’s POV"I... don't know, Bill," Serena says, nervously tugging at the strap of her bag. "The shop is really busy right now with the summer collection. I can't afford to be late.”I watch her, noticing the way she fidgets and how her eyes avoid mine. There's a nervous energy about her, and I can