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Jill POV I’ve gotten use to being unreachable, I like disconnecting from the world and my problems Turning off my phone, not turning on the television, disconnecting my land line all so I can soak in my bathtub with a glass of wine and a book. Since that question was in the air, this case would be ten times harder, they’d be an argument about conflict of interest, lack of professionalism and some other bullshit the media or everyone else would come up with.Everyone needed at least one scandal in their career. I guess this was mine.But, how did it get out so quickly? In a matter of hours, was it Sarah that took it to the press? No, I don’t think she would, or would she? You think you know someone until you don’t.What am I going to do ? Do I confirm or deny? Do I step back from this case? Do I buy a house in Australia and move away ? I go under the water for a few minutes until my lungs start to burn. I get out, get dressed and get ready for court. It’s not until I’m done dress
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Sarah did take me to the emergency room, she didn’t ask me what happened. She just drove the car in silence. I don’t know if that was because she knew why or because she didn’t want to bombard me with questions.Either way I was enjoying the silence and the background music coming from the radio. We got to the hospital and she stayed with me, in silence. I’d never been so thankful, yes we didn’t talk but having someone with me was nice. The doctors told me I had a few broken ribs, some bruising, but no internal injuries. They wanted to keep me overnight for observation, but I refused. I collected the pain killers and I was on my way. When we got to Sarah’s car, she didn’t start the car she just sat there. “What now?” I asked her, voice rough“I take you home and you stay there till tomorrow” she replied “That’s fine, but what happened at the police station?”“Daniel’s house keeper told the police he threw the first punch, Daniel would have pressed charges for trespassing but you
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Manuel’s POV I was too stunned to speak, as Jill made the announcement, I just sat there, in the midst of all the commotion, I couldn’t even move. All I could think of were those five words. “Cassidy’s body has been found” So she was really dead, she was gone, gone forever and her now lifeless body was proof. The commotion in the courtroom had died down, Jill had left. It wasn’t until a tear dropped on my hand that I realized I was crying. I didn’t know when exactly the tears started, but I couldn’t stop, it just kept falling and falling. For the first time since this whole trial started today was the first time I cried. Sarah cleared her throat, my attention turned to her. I wiped the tears in my eyes and dragged myself to my feet. I realized the courtroom was now empty. It was just Sarah and I standing. I didn’t even notice everyone leaving. “Where is Jill?” I asked, voice shaky. “She’s gone,” she replied. “There is a swarm of reporters outside, so we are going to h
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Jills POVI rushed to the bathroom, after the opening statements and emptied my stomach into the toilet.My opening statement had be longer than I expected, I wanted it to connect emotions to the juror, to the judge, to everyone in the court room.Yes I am a lawyer, but this case, is about storytelling, about who tells the best story.In reality and truth, the case had more holes than a sieve, it didn’t matter anymore thou Cassidy's body had been found. After all these months.Why on the first day of the trial?How could they even tell it was her so fastSomeone was orchestrating this whole thing, this had gone from being a murder case to a drama filled series on television. And In this drama I'm the character being taken for a fool, the one who never sees anything coming, until it does.I rinsed my mouth and tried to calm myself, but my hands wouldn't stop shaking, my heart was slamming into my ribs, it hurt. Sarah came rushing in a few minutes later, with my bag and a bottle of w
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Jill stood up from her seat, adjusted her blazer with practiced precision, and walked up to the jury box. There’s something almost ritualistic about lawyers and their blazers; perhaps it’s part of law school, a signal that every gesture counts. She strode forward, silent and measured, and the courtroom fell into a hush so complete you could hear a pin drop.After a beat, she finally spoke. “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my name is Jill Baker.”“And I am the lawyer for the accused.”Her eyes swept the room before settling on me. She pointed directly at me, and I met her gaze with a pleading look, a silent appeal begging her to see that I wasn’t the monster the prosecution would soon paint me to be. Without a word, she simply nodded and continued.“The case before us is an unsettling and disturbing one, a tragic reminder that a night of intimacy can sometimes turn into something frightening. My client has been accused of murdering Cassidy Jones, a woman whose future was so bright
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Manuel’s POVAfter what happened at the police station, I had called Jill over a thousand times. Texted her too. No answer.I wanted to go to her house, to explain everything, to tell her the truth, the whole truth.But I decided against it. It was better to leave her alone.She was hurt. I understood.Later that night, Sarah texted me. She said she’d be handling my case from now on; relaying information to me from Jill. Told me to be at court at 7:45 a.m. sharp.That’s when I knew. Jill was done with me.She was irate.She wanted nothing to do with me.Now it was the day of my trial.I was standing outside the courthouse, waiting. Waiting for Sarah. Waiting for Jill.To say I was nervous would be an understatement.I was terrified.Fearful.My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. My knees felt like rubber.A few minutes later, I saw them.Jill and Sarah walked in Jill didn’t even glance at me. She moved past like I was part of the bench. Like I didn’t exist.I don’t blame her.She walks ahea
