“Receipts don’t prove who someone is.”

“She scanned her rewards card,” Arthur said.

“The last four digits match the card that’s in her name.”

Patricia smoothed her cardigan once more.

Brandon finally raised his eyes from the table.

At eleven thirty the bailiff called Brooke Whitcomb to the stand.

Brooke walked down the aisle in a dark green dress, tucking her hair behind her right ear before she had even reached the stand.

She didn’t look at her mother.