C186 SHE WAS PLANNING TO KILL ELENA
The courtroom was so quiet you could hear the soft hum of the air conditioning. Mia sat in the witness chair, her hands folded over her growing belly, her voice steady as she faced the jury.
She had been on the stand for over an hour, methodically destroying the image of Samuel Meyer piece by piece.
"Mrs. Sterling," the prosecutor said, adjusting his glasses
