So she built her own kind of chapel out of evidence: the flash drive, the bank records, the recorded confession, Hannah’s trembling testimony. Every meeting, every threat, every warning text only sharpened the choice in front of her. Safety, or honesty. A quiet life, or a loud, ugly fight. She walks into court now not as a grieving mother begging for mercy, but as a witness refusing to forget. Whatever they take from her, they won’t take the truth about Grace.
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