Chapter 6 - THE LEGAL BATTLE
The preliminary trial quickly turned into a public spectacle of dark family secrets. Eleanor’s high-priced defense attorney tried desperately to paint the incident as a tragic "misunderstanding of domestic ingredients," absurdly claiming she had mistaken a dangerous chemical bottle for a digestive health supplement.
It was an insult to everyone's intelligence, least of all the judge's.
I took the witness stand, the heavy folder containing Leo’s medical records and the certified toxicology report clutched tightly in my hands. I told the courtroom about the blackberry cobbler. I told them about the poisoned tea. I detailed the chilling psychological abuse she had inflicted on all of us for years, and the sociopathic way she looked at my son—not as her flesh and blood, but as an obstacle to be cleared from her path.
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The prosecutor played the pantry camera footage on a massive projector screen. The courtroom fell into an absolute, suffocating tomb of silence as millions watched Eleanor commit murder in slow motion.
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