My Fake Death Was The Punchline To His Cruel Joke Chapter 28
On the fourth day of trial, it was time for the two men who had held me down to testify.
The first one swore he thought the vial had just contained sugar syrup.
Leo played the raw, unedited footage from test ninety-nine.
In the video, my voice is clear, though trembling.
“That’s walnut oil.”
A few seconds later, the two men’s hands clamp down on my shoulders.
The second witness immediately changed his story.
“It was too loud in there. I couldn’t hear what she said.”
Leo isolated and amplified the audio track.
My words are followed by a chorus of cheers and shouts of “Ninety-nine!” The two men are in the center of the frame, their grip on me unwavering.
A quiet gasp rippled through the jury box.
The witness finally broke.
“It was Bennett! He was the mastermind! He told us Mara would forgive anything!”
“Camille said it was just one last joke!” another defendant shouted from the gallery.
A man waiting to testify jumped to his feet.
“That’s not what you were saying that night!”