SLOANE
I paced the length of my room. My heart thumped behind my ribcage like it was in hydraulics. Out of the corner of my eyes, I peeked at the pendulum clock that stood at the far end of the room.
The first court hearing was due at ten. I had a little over two hours to prepare for the arraignment. I was barely holding up, I could only make mental assumptions of what my father was going through.
I let out a disgruntled sigh, grabbed my coat, and headed out of the room. This was the first time I was representing anyone in court. This is a delicate situation, and I should be his co-counsel. But, nobody was willing to support him.
It was like, he was a plague they desperately wanted to get rid of, and when I came into the picture, everything went haywire.
I twisted the doorknob, a
