CHAPTER 29
I sit by the window gazing out at the manicured garden, Liliad balanced on the window cill next to me. This is the same room that I occupied when Mrs Munroe visited bringing Liliad back, carried in a plastic shopping bag. I wonder what Liliad is thinking as she too gazes out of the window but she doesn’t speak much these days, preferring to keep her thoughts to herself.
My Counsel did an adequate job at the trial advocating that if it was my intention to murder Melissa then I’d used a pretty uncertain method for an otherwise intelligent person; there could be no guarantee that her ‘bad trip’ would lead to her death. At best it could only be argued that I’d meant to cause her harm, give her a real fright but the main aid to the charge being reduced from murder to manslaughter h
