Matilda watched, her heart sinking as she recognized Melissa—the same blonde hair.. She was the driver, the one from that night! Matilda’s breath caught in her throat, the pieces falling into place with a painful clarity. She leaned against the courthouse wall, feeling suddenly unsteady.
Around them, the buzz of conversation grew louder. “Can you believe it?” someone whispered, not quite out of earshot. “After everything…” another voice trailed off. Matilda closed her eyes briefly, the voices around her swirling with confusion and disbelief.