Kristen stood and walked out without looking at anyone. Her lawyer gathered his things and followed, the leather portfolio tucked under his arm like a man leaving a burning building.
That left Trevor.
He was still staring at the table. When the judge said, “Mr. Sutter, I have your sworn statement here,” his shoulders
flinched.
“Is it accurate?”
He lifted his head. I had not looked at his face directly since the gate. He looked like a boy waiting outside the principal’s office, all the arrogance stripped away.
“No, Your Honor,” he said. His voice cracked. “My mother isn’t confused. I signed it because my wife told me I had to. She said it was the only way to keep the Kessler people away. She said if I didn’t, they’d…” He stopped. “But that’s not an excuse. I knew it was false. I did
it anyway.”
