Chapter 20 - The Trial BeginsSeven months passed.
Miles’s wrist healed.
His ankle healed.
The bruise disappeared.
The fear did not disappear.
It changed.
He could ride in a car through the mountains again.
He could not stand near an overlook.
He could look at photographs of Eagle’s Crown for several seconds before turning away.
Therapy taught him something adults often forgot.
Healing did not mean forgetting.
It meant remembering without being controlled by the memory.
Doris’s trial began in February.
Snow covered the courthouse steps.
Jury selection took four days.
Prosecutors presented the story chronologically.
The equipment sign-out.
The camera shutdown.
The disabled backup deployment cord.
The weather-station photographs.
Miles’s injuries.
The financial motive.
Doris’s flight.
The descendant-failure document.
The recorded telephone conversation with Rachel.
Nolan testified.
He looked directly at Miles before taking the stand.
“I should’ve stopped her.”
Doris’s attorney objected.
The judge instructed the jury to disregard the statement as nonresponsive.
But everyone heard it.
Nolan explained the parachute system.
He testified that Doris removed the backup cord.
Defense counsel attacked him.
“You accepted twenty thousand dollars from Mrs. Hale.”
“Yes.”
“You initially lied to police.”
“Yes.”
“You are trying to save yourself.”
“Yes.”
The answer surprised everyone.
Nolan continued.
“I’m also telling the truth.”
Miriam testified next.
Then Naomi.
Then Detective Shaw.
The defense strategy became clear.
Doris had committed financial misconduct.
Perhaps forgery.
Perhaps fraud.
But the cliff, they argued, was an accident.
The prosecution was using financial wrongdoing to turn a tragic misstep into attempted murder.
Doris herself sat calmly through every witness.
Until Miles entered.
The courtroom became silent.
He wore a navy sweater.
Rachel had offered to sit in the front row.
Miles asked her to.
He walked to the witness chair.
Swore to tell the truth.
And looked nowhere near Doris.
The prosecutor began gently.
“How old are you?”
“Eleven now.”
“How old were you when you went to Eagle’s Crown?”
“Ten.”
“Who took you there?”
“My grandmother.”
“Did you want to jump?”
“No.”
“Did you tell her that?”
“Yes.”
“What did she say?”
Miles’s hands tightened.
“She said if I wouldn’t jump on my own, she’d make me jump.”
Doris’s face remained motionless.
“What happened next?”
“She got behind me.”
Miles swallowed.
“And she kicked me.”
The prosecutor waited.
“What did you think while you were falling?”
Miles looked toward Rachel.
His eyes filled.
“I thought my mom would never know I said no.”
Rachel covered her mouth.
The prosecutor paused.
Then asked, “Why was that important?”
“Because Grandma was going to tell everybody I jumped.”
Doris finally moved.
Her jaw tightened.
Cross-examination was worse.
Doris’s attorney approached carefully.
“Miles, your grandmother told you the equipment was designed to keep you safe, correct?”
“She said it was easy.”
“Had you worn the parachute earlier that day?”
“Yes.”
“Were you curious about it?”
“Yes.”
“Did you tell anyone you wanted to be brave?”
Miles hesitated.
“Yes.”
The attorney nodded.
“So it’s possible your grandmother believed you wanted to jump.”
“No.”
“You were frightened. Things happened quickly.”
Miles looked directly at him.
“I told her no three times.”
The courtroom became still.
The attorney tried again.
“You had a concussion afterward.”
“Yes.”
“That can affect memory.”
Miles looked toward Doris for the first time.
She stared back.
He trembled.
Then he remembered the cliff.
How small he had felt.
How large she had seemed.
Miles turned back to the attorney.
“My memory isn’t that she kicked me because I was confused.”
A pause.
“My memory is that I was confused because my grandmother kicked me.”
The prosecutor did not smile.
Rachel did.
Barely.
When Miles stepped down, Doris whispered something to her lawyer.
Miles heard only two words.
“Ungrateful child.”
He stopped.
Rachel saw his face.
So did Harold.
Miles turned toward Doris.
For one second, the entire courtroom seemed to return to Eagle’s Crown.
Doris expected him to look away.
He didn’t.
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Then Miles walked back to his mother.
And Doris was the one who broke eye contact first.
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