Cherry’s Point of View
I tried so hard to stay strong on the stand, looking Raymond dead in the eye while I spoke of the horrors he put me through. Even when I had to talk about the knife. The knife that I had a reminder of, that couldn’t be tattooed over, that caused my infertility. I couldn’t stand knowing that they were all watching on the screen.
When I stepped down, I avoided Raymond’s smirk, allowing Jacob to tuck me under his arm.
“Let’s get out of here, okay babygirl?” I nodded as he kissed my temple. I could feel how rigid his muscles were, knew he could never unsee what was shown here today. I barely remembered how I got to the car, how we got home. All I remember is sitting on the bed and Jacob taking off my shoes, rubbing my feet when he pulled them into hi
