SLOANE
The next day, the court hearing went by in a blur. Helena came with her list of evidence, but I had an unhinged pile of evidence to help my client.
It was a victory by the cat whiskers. I can’t believe I won my first case, defending my father. And on Christmas Eve. I clasped my hands, and waited for the sound of the gavel, and when the sound reached my ears, exhilaration sang through my blood.
I slowly opened my eyes, and tears ran down my cheeks, at the relief on my father’s face. Helena walked up to me, as the crowd dispersed. “You might’ve won this round, but I promise you, this isn’t the end for us,”
I heaved. “I’ll be waiting,” I stretched my hands in a formal handshake. I waited, but she didn’t take it. Instead, she walked away, fuming. I watched with a streak of happi
