Chapter 177

The courtroom sat hushed as Judge Hamilton entered. The wooden benches creaked with the movement of those rising to their feet. Camille felt Alexander’s hand tighten around hers as they stood. The past eight weeks of trial had led to this moment.

“Be seated,” the judge commanded, her voice filling the high-ceilinged room.

Camille lowered herself to the bench, her back straight, her face carefully blank. She had chosen to sit in the second row today, not wanting to be directly in Rose’s line of sight.

Rose sat at the defense table in a simple navy dress, her hair pulled back in a modest style that made her look younger, more vulnerable. A calculated choice, Camille knew. Everything about Rose was calculated.

“The jury has reached a verdict,” Judge Hamilton announced. “Bring in the defendant.”

Rose stood as the bailiff approached. Even with her wrists shackled, she moved with grace, her chin lifted. Not once during the proceedings had she shown fear or re