Quiet Jeffrey stood up.
George followed him.
Vanessa smiled as if victory was already hers.
Jeffrey looked at the judge and spoke clearly.
“She already gave us away once.”
The courtroom fell silent.
“Your Honor,” Jeffrey continued, “our grandmother raised us after our mother left us.”
George nodded beside him.
“She never visited,” he added. “Not once.”
Vanessa’s smile slowly disappeared.
Then I stood.
“Your Honor,” I said, “there is another witness.”
From the back row, a young woman named Sarah walked forward nervously.
“Ten years ago,” she said, “I was the one who called emergency services the night David died.”
The room grew quiet.
She explained that she had been driving past the crash site that rainy night and stopped to help.
She saw David badly injured in the passenger seat.
Vanessa, she said, had been standing outside the driver’s door.
Vanessa protested loudly, but the judge ordered her to sit.
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