He was wearing a different suit, a secondhand one he’d bought specifically for the trial, and had splurged on some wingtips while at the store. Amanda’s bandages had been removed. She had a scar on her neck. Brigham tried not to look as he sat down across from her. They caught each other’s eyes. Brigham couldn’t help but give her a melancholy smile to let her know that he felt the pain she was feeling. She smiled back, an identical smile, and neither of them spoke for a long time. “How are you holding up?” he said. “I’ll be okay.” “I’m going to have you testify. I don’t want to run through your testimony or prepare you. I want everything you say to come from the heart. Juries can see through preparation.” “I understand.” He looked at her hair. It had lost some of its color and appeared greasy.
