“The trail is two days from now,” Blake whispers softly as we lay on the grass, looking at the clouds. My head is on his shoulder, his arms wrapped securely around me and our legs tangled together.
I stiffen at the mention of George's trail. The pure thought of it has given me several restless nights.
“I know,” I sigh, “What do you think will happen?”
“He'll be sent to jail, Dee. There is no other option! He kidn*pped two children, held them and you at gunpoint, shot me and shot at the police. Just to name a few. They have all that on record and apparently, he has quite a rap sheet. If he walks, then I really don't know what will get him locked up,” Blake reasons. I sit up nervously and look at Blake with concern.
“I really hope you're right,” I sigh, “I just can't bear the thought of
