Chapter 82
- I tapped my feet on the ground as the judge sat down. A lump grew in my throat, lingering there as his eyes swept over the jury, finally landing on my lawyer.
- I leaned against the older man. “What’s going on? The persecutor hasn’t even arrived,”
- “I’m as confused as you are, Madam. I wonder what strings they are trying to pull. Rest assured, you’ll leave here a free woman.”