SLOANE
Beads of sweat gathered around the depth of my forehead. The entire courtroom was silent, I could hear the rapid thump of my heart beating loudly at the back of my head.
Two hours. Two hours of presenting evidence, and arguments with Helena, to no avail. To me, I was the only one on my father’s side. The rest wanted the judge to rule in the prosecutor’s Favour,
The old man stamped the gavel, and the murmur died down. He narrowed his eyes to stare at me, his glasses resting against the bridge of his nose. “Defense counsel, are you sure you want to proceed with this hearing, we could-”
I sighed, and cut in, before he could finish. “Yes,” I pressed my lips together, my blood singing with adrenaline. “I mean, yes my Lord. We may proceed,”
Helen snickered, and let out a string o
