n the back, shackled, her head bowed, the false memory of her c

courthouse, a crowd surged forward, faces con

rde

y ki

ch one a fresh blow. Sarah flinch

window of the van, she

ica

She was just watching, a small, almost imperceptible

snapped in

eplaced by a white-hot flash of rage. That smile. It was th

s, her voice raw and powerful, cutting through the d

one by surprise. The crowd quieted for a

er of shock, then quickly schooled back into a look of

aotic scene, but the image of Jessica's smile, and her

ion, Detective Harding tried to

mitted what you did. Why thi

ded, but a sliver of doubt about her "memory" had taken

"Jessica... she's not who you think she is. She

skeptical. "Do you have any

of gossip surfacing. "Everyone thinks Mr. Henderson is the father of Jess

desperate conviction. If Jessica and David were together, and David was the fathe