I couldn’t focus in class. Everywhere I looked I kept seeing my father’s face. Images of him sitting in that hearing room.
How could a person I only ever saw as a monster in my mind look so small and vulnerable.
Almost defenceless.
That didn’t seem nearly fair or right.
He had hurt me and abused me yet I had to sit on that stand and tell the judge and lawyers how he deserved to be set free.
“Miss Hastings?”
I looked up sharply and saw my teacher looking at me in concern.
“Are you with us?” She asked.
I looked around and my classmates were watching me in a way that made me believe a question had been asked.
Great. I had totally spaced.
I cleared my throat as I stood up pushing my chair away from the desk.
“Uhm, I… can I go to the ladies room?” I asked.
I didn’t even wait for Ms
