CLAIRE

The room went completely silent. I stared at the phone, certain I'd misheard.

"What?" Julian asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Ethan Cross," David confirmed. "Your half-brother came to the courthouse this morning, he wants to testify for the prosecution."

Julian's face had gone white. "That's impossible," he said. "Ethan wouldn't help us."

"I'm just telling you what happened," David replied. "He walked into the prosecutor's office during the lunch recess and said he had information."

Julian started pacing, his hand gripping the back of his neck.

"What kind of information?" I asked.

"I don't know the details yet," David admitted. "The prosecution is interviewing him now, they'll...