“You weren’t there for the daily routine.”

“The record doesn’t lie,” I said.

“Neither do the time stamps.”

The lawyer hesitated, glanced at Jaclyn, and sat down without asking anything else.

“You can step down, Mrs.

Quill,” the judge said.

I went back to my seat beside Clay.

He didn’t look at me, but his right hand reached out and gripped the wooden edge of the bench so hard his fingers went white.