“The case is real and they would not have taken him if there was not enough evidence matching the crime. My source has told me that with the evidence they have, taking this case will be in my worst interests.” Mr Anderson said, my eyes directly to him, my hands fidgeting with the hem on my sweater trying to catch every word said leaving me perplexed to no end.
“Mathew would never have taken money from an organisation meant to help orphaned children.” I stated clearly with such firm words, my head pounding from pacing all night, waiting for the clock to hit six so I could rush to the lawyer’s office. By seven on the dot I was pacing in front of his door, hands having run through my knotted hair so many times my skull was sore. I had no more feelings to have me cry, I could barely feel any
