Even as the verdict was read, there was no relief from the listeners; some were on the fence, and others were happy.
"Life sentence?"
"What did you expect? A day in prison? She is lucky to get away with her life! What kind of person attempts to kill her best friend? Do you know that she should be glad that her friend was saved in time, or she would have been facing a murder charge! To think that the poor girl looked to her as a best friend! Don't even get me started on her other crimes!"
Brianna never spoke a word throughout the proceedings. She didn't plead. Even when she was handcuffed off the courthouse, she just followed like a puppet.
Another memory surfaced from when she was about eight or nine years old, standing in her new shoes, the same colour as the blood that flowed in the cold cellar beneath their house, the scent of bleach and old blood in the air. Her mother stood over a body … the person twitched, showing that he was not quite dead, and said in the calmest voice:
