A week later, I still have no answers. My meeting with Jake had been pretty uneventful. He asked me the same questions the police did, and I answered them flawlessly. I tried to ask Jake some questions of my own about Ava and Ansley, but he refused to answer them, saying he couldn't. I haven't had a chance to talk to Ansley because my mom is still mad about me turning her in, and won't let me see her. I'm on my way to meet Niall before sailing when my phone buzzes from my pocket. I pull it out and look at the screen. It's a text from my mom. Ansley's trial is in a week, it says. You're going to have to testify. I take a deep breath. I don't really want to testify, but I guess I have to. After all, I am the one who turned her in and heard her and Zayn. Okay, I text back and tuck my phone away. I feel a little nervous about testifying against my own sister. Niall immediately senses something isn't right because he frowns when he sees me and says, "What's wrong?" I shake my head. "I have to testify against Ansley in a week," I say. Niall looks sympathetic. "Are you sure you want to?" he asks worriedly. "I don't have a choice," I tell him. "I was the one who heard the conversation between her and Zayn." Niall nods and puts his arm around me. "You'll do great," he says, smiling. I lean into him gratefully. "Thanks," I say.
"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?" the bailiff asks me as I take the witness stand. "Yes," I say, swallowing back my nerves. "Please state your name for the record," the bailiff continues. "Ally Sidheag," I say. Jake approaches the stand slowly. "You're Ansley's sister, right?" he asks. "Yeah," I reply. The questions get progressively longer and more intense until he finally asks, "Who did you hear talking in the room with Mr. Malik?" I'm about to answer when the defense attorney stands up and yells, "Objection! Speculation!" The judge shakes her head. "Overruled. Please answer the question, Miss Sidheag." I nod. "I heard Ansley," I say shakily. "You're sure?" Jake presses. "Her voice sounds just like mine," I say. "I'm sure." Jake nods. "Nothing further, Your Honor," he says and sits down. The defense attorney walks toward me. "Could you be mistaken about who you think you heard?" he asks snottily. "Objection, speculation!" Jake calls out. "Sustained," the judge says. "I'll rephrase," the defense attorney says, not giving up. "How much sleep did you get the night before?" I'm super confused about where he's going with this, but luckily Jake shouts, "Objection! Relevance, Your Honor?" The judge turns to the defense attorney. "Get on with it, Mr. Rodriguez," she says. "We don't have time for pointless questions." Mr. Rodriguez nods. "This question is relevant," he says. The judge looks at me. I figure I'm supposed to answer. "Um..." I say, trying to remember. I don't think I got that much sleep the night before. "Not as much as I usually do," I admit. Mr. Rodriguez nods. "So you could be imagining that it was Ansley?" Jake looks angry, but I decide to talk before he can. "Why would two people who don't live in my house meet in my house?" I ask. Mr. Rodriguez looks affronted. "I am the one asking the questions, need I remind you," he hisses. I shrink back. Mr. Rodriguez asks about twenty more questions before he blessedly sits down. By then, court is over for the day. "We'll continue this tomorrow," the judge says. I hurry out of the courtroom to find Niall waiting for me. I run into his arms. "Was it that bad?" he asks. "It was horrible," I say truthfully. "Everyone was looking at me." Niall chuckles. "Can't have that now, can we?" I smack his arm. "Shut up. I was nervous!" He smiles and shakes his head at me. "Ready to go? I'm taking you out to dinner." I look down at what I'm wearing- jeans, a cami, and a light sweater. The outfit my mom picked out, saying it would look nice, even though it's the middle of the summer and I'm sweating to death. "Can I change first?" I ask. "Sure," Niall says. "I can drive back to camp first." On the way to camp, I recount the day in court. The witnesses, the questions I was asked, the way my mom looked at me like she didn't know me. When we reach the camp, I hurry to my cabin and change into a sundress and flats. After the harried day in the courtroom, I hope I can just have a relaxing dinner with Niall.