I watched Bre and Andrew as they sat there, seemingly deciding that what the judge said didn't apply to them. Victoria approached the rail, leaned over, and whispered to them. “What do you mean we have to leave?” said Bre clear enough for me, and the jury, to hear. Victoria whispered. Bre turned her head and stared daggers at me. “But I want to hear what the coroner has to say!” Victoria whispered again. I wasn't watching Bre Phillips anymore. I was watching the jury. I hoped this tantrum lasted a little longer.
