It was the day of the court case. Yulia put on the skirt suit that she had bought from a charity shop in an attempt to look more credible in court as advised by her solicitor. She had tied her hair back into a tight bun and had deliberately not put on any make up. She had been told that she needed to look as modest as possible, as any hint of “sluttiness” may make the jury distrust her testimony.
Rowan had been told the same and was utterly outraged by it, but Yulia couldn’t seem to muster the energy. In fact, she wasn’t sure that she really felt anything at all. It was strange, she had been so fearful of standing up and being judged by others that now the time had come she was almost relieved.
She had kissed Lance goodbye that morning, smiling in acknow
