Nicholas’ POV:
As I walked down the corridor that led to the court's gallery, an unnatural silence filled the room and I felt that all the eyes of those present were on me. Some had an air of accusation, others felt sorry for the boy who no longer had a mother and who would soon not know if he would see his father alive and free again. There were few looks of support, but the look that most impressed me was my father's. When I gathered enough courage to look in his direction, it was a cold, almost crazy look, from someone who had been abandoned by everything and everyone. The look of someone who had nothing to lose.
I sat on the witness stand, which was facing the jury, and waited until someone asked me the questions.
"Young Mr. Graves, I have a few questions for you, and I expect a sin
