Chapter 8 - THE TRUTH ABOUT THE CLINIC
When Claire took the stand, she was flawless. She sobbed when she talked about Nora, she portrayed herself as a dedicated professional who was "just trying to help out" a husband who was "too stressed to be a good father."
She claimed Nora had fallen, and that she had rushed her to the clinic as fast as she could.
Then it was Sarah’s turn to cross-examine.
"Ms. Claire, you testified that you were supervising Nora the entire time she was at the clinic, correct?"
"Yes, of course," Claire said, wiping an elegant tear from her cheek. "I was watching her every second."
"Then why," Sarah asked, pulling out the registration form, "is your signature dated 9:15 AM, while the logbook from the front desk shows you were in a consultation with a patient until 10:30 AM?"
Claire blinked, her confidence faltering. "I... I don't know, it must be a mistake."
"And why did the nursing staff report that you didn't check on Nora for over an hour after the incident occurred?"
Claire’s breath hitched. She looked around the courtroom, her panic rising, the mask slipping. "They are lying! They want my job!"
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"And what about the text messages you sent to your husband?" Sarah continued, presenting the screenshots. "You told him Nora was 'making everything bigger' because she was 'tired.' That doesn't sound like a woman concerned for a child's health."
The courtroom fell silent. The judge looked at Claire with cold, piercing eyes. She knew a liar when she saw one, and Claire had finally run out of stories.
