Chapter 12

Vanessa’s sister Brooke contacted me before trial.
I almost refused the call.
Karen told me to listen with her present.
Brooke sounded exhausted.
“I have messages,” she said.
“What kind?”
“Vanessa sent me voice notes months before.”
She forwarded them.
Vanessa crying.
Complaining that Noah loved Maria.
Complaining that I praised Maria too much.
Complaining that motherhood felt like being watched and judged.
Then one note chilled me.
Sometimes I think if Maria disappeared, I could finally be his mother.
Brooke said, “I told her to get therapy. I didn’t think—”
Her voice broke.
“I didn’t think she would do something.”
Karen asked, “Will you testify?”
Brooke was quiet.
Then said, “Yes.”
That cost her.
May you like
I heard it.
But she did.