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Chapter 6 - Why Jenna Came To My House

Detective Rose warned me after Jenna left three increasingly angry voicemails.

“She cannot pressure you about your testimony.”

“I know.”

“Do you?”

I hated that question.

Then understood it.

Because I was still answering some of Jenna’s messages.

Not about evidence.

About family.

She would write:

Mom isn’t sleeping.

I would answer:

I’m sorry.

Matthew returned the ring.

I would answer:

I’m sorry.

You did this.

I would stop.

Then answer the next day.

My guilt kept reopening access.

Rose said:

“You can care about her and still stop participating.”

That sentence was embarrassingly difficult.

So I blocked Jenna.

Diane began contacting me instead.

“She only wants you to acknowledge you blindsided her.”

I did.

“I should have told her I was going to police.”

Then Diane said:

“Tell the prosecutor you were uncertain.”

“I already told them exactly how uncertain I was.”

“Tell them Jenna never wanted anyone hurt.”

“That’s true. They know.”

“Then help her.”

“I am not changing facts.”

To Diane, that still sounded cold.

The day they arrived at my house, Jenna had learned prosecutors intended to use my timeline in a grand-jury presentation.

She panicked.

Not because my testimony alone determined her fate.

Because she needed me to become uncertain publicly.

If I said the camera might have been misdated—

If I said Jenna’s comments were emotional rather than admissions—

If I emphasized that Diane regularly removed family keepsakes—

Maybe the case softened.

Some of those statements contained pieces of truth.

That was the danger.

Pressure rarely begins with:

Lie.

It begins with:

Remember this differently.

When Jenna grabbed my hair, the legal line became obvious.

But the coercion had begun long before physical contact.

I simply had not trusted myself enough to name it.

That was why Detective Rose was outside.

And why, when the knocks hit the door, Diane went pale.

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She knew the conversation had already crossed a line before anyone arrived.

She had just hoped family status would keep it from counting.

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