She goes on, however I don't take it in. To have heard barely anything of the occasions of that evening, to then hear them spill out in one long piece of emotional story way of talking is…
Briefly, I can't hear or see. I dread I may be wiped out.
The court suspends for lunch, which I can't eat.
After lunch, the indictment calls the primary observer, DS Lewis, who was the first at the scene. She looks so youthful, I can't help thinking about how in the world she isn't in any case at school. Alluding to her scratch pad, her voice shuddering a bit, she portrays my nephew's outrageous trouble, his disturbance. Indeed, he appeared as though he was freezing. Indeed, it could well have been outrageous sensations of regret. No, she didn't perceive any blood on his apparel, she tells the court,
