Before closing the curtains, he reached into his pocket and pulled out an old identification card belonging to Trevor. This was not a moment of weakness or a mistake because he had planned every detail of the crime.
The prosecutor’s office opened an official investigation and Simon was arrested two days later at Patricia’s house. He did not ask about my condition or the health of the baby as the officers led him away in handcuffs.
“I want my lawyer and I have nothing else to say to any of you,” was his only statement. That cold silence confirmed the guilt that no medical test or video could ever truly capture.
My mother-in-law stopped using my name and began referring to me as “that woman” to anyone who would listen. She insisted that I had brought shame upon their household by refusing to keep the matter quiet.
My father-in-law, George, was even colder and treated the entire situation as a social inconvenience. “A public trial will tarnish our reputation and some things are better settled behind closed doors,” George stated.
