Framed by Memory

ters, gawkers, and people who had once called the Hewitts friends. Th

ndant's table, sh

er. He was a tech entrepreneur, a "digital forensics" genius, and a close friend of the

o her new

oice booming through the silent room. "Though, 'witness' is not the right

heeled to the center of the courtroom. Wires a

eloped by the brilliant mind of Mr. Ryan Fowler. This device allows us to visually reconstruct memories

ugh the crowd. All

e first time she had spoken in court, and the sound of it, so cold and professional, hurt more tha

nd sharp, pricked my scalp as they attached the sensors. A wave of nausea

is movements precise and confident. He leaned in

will see what

s, a glint of triumph that went beyond just he

a bailiff, a man with graying hair who I recognized from

contorted with rage. "They treated you l

. Pain exploded in my abdomen.

kicking my legs out from under me. I crashed

cry out. I just lay there, absorbing the blows, my silence