CHAPTER 17
October 2019
Once I moved back home, time flew. The Saturday before the trial began, I visited Meili’s office to prepare. For the first time in almost a year, I replaced my large-rimmed, face-hiding glasses with contacts. I returned to my usual amount of makeup and swept my hair up to make my bangs less obvious. The “disguise” hadn’t fooled the reporters, and it certainly wouldn’t fool anyone who happened to see me entering or leaving the building where my lawyer kept her office. If I wanted to have the option of hiding behind glasses/makeup/bangs in the future (or a better disguise), I needed to more or less resemble my old self for the trial.
We sat at a gleaming oak table in a conference room. Papers scattered across the entire surface, and boxes of paper sat on all but tw
