I await nervously for the prosecutor to call for my testimony. Alex holds my hand firmly in his, “Relax, Schatzi, you will do great. Just don’t let him get to you.”
I nod and soon make my way towards the stand. After describing the events leading up to me fleeing America and what happened the day John tried to force me back to America. It doesn’t take the prosecutor long to finish their questions. Then the judge tells Johnathon’s attorney that he can cross-examine me. He stands up and looks at the judge, then to me, and finally to John. “Frau Miller, you and Herr Miller met in high school, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Was there ever a time you felt threatened by him before getting married? Did he ever show signs of aggression?”
I nod, “In our Freshman year at university, John got upset when an
