Ethan’s small voice echoed in the courtroom, shattering the tension like glass. The lawyer paused, visibly taken aback by the sudden interruption, but Ethan’s sincerity held the room captive. Clara, although overwhelmed with emotions, placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, urging him to continue.
“Tell them, Ethan,” she whispered softly, her voice cracking with emotion.
Ethan sniffed, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “I saw Grandma in the study that night,” he confessed, his voice growing stronger with each word. “She was holding the brooch. I didn’t understand why she had it then, but now I do. Clara never touched it. She couldn’t have.”
