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her back to walls in restaurants. She kept a journal her therapist had suggested and sometimes wrote until her hand cramped.

On the morning of the trial, she came downstairs in a simple blue dress.

Derek looked at her and had to turn away.

“You don’t have to do this,” I said.

Emma lifted her chin.

“Yes, I do.”

At the courthouse, the prosecutor showed us continue reading …