I sat nervously outside the Prosecutors office. This morning he called and said he needed to speak to me. Raul brought me down here.
I figure it must be about Carlos's sentencing, and so that makes me nervous. I just want to move on with my life.
"Gabby Pearson, Mr. Smith will see you now," The receptionist at the desk said.
Raul grabbed my hand as we walked into his office.
"Please have a seat," Mr. Smith got up and directed us to two chairs in front of him and shut the door behind us, "Thank you for coming in last minute,
"Gabby is ready to put this behind her," Raul said, his hand gently resting on my back.
"His sentencing is tomorrow. I was handed a letter that quite frankly he was told would never reach you, but I think it may help if you read it," Mr. Smith handed me a pie
