CHAPTER 19
DISCLOSURESitting outside a Newport cafe the next day, which was Saturday, Jamie waited for Gabriella and Joy who had wanted to meet up with her about her father. She held a cup of a warm, strong espresso in a tiny glass and drank it down.
When Gabriella and Joy arrived, they leaned forward, hugged her tightly, and sat around the table. The waiter arrived to take their orders and hurried off with a grin.
“I heard about the five-year sentence. I am sorry,” Gabriella said.
Joy nodded. “You must still be in shock, girl.”
Jamie stiffened. “I cannot believe he got five years. He was found innocent of murder, and a part of me doesn’t believe he would take advantage of a fifteen-year-old. It is surreal.” She fought back the pain in her chest as Joy and Gabriella’s softened express
