-Caleb-
“Baby, I’m here. I’m right here,” I told Jacey as we entered the district attorney’s office.
It had been a few days, and I’d slept blissfully well, but Jacey had tossed and turned, still unsure about accusing her father of assault.
When the district attorney called us, Jacey was already a wreck. So there was no way I was letting her go alone.
We were shown to a small office where a young attorney was sitting.
“Jacey. Caleb,” the attorney said. “My name is Nathan Kirby. I’m handling the case against your father. Please, sit.”
Jacey and I sat down.
“Now, the way I see it, things are pretty cut and dried. We have the evidence of the assault that we need. I don’t even see this going to trial. Your father would be smart to take a plea,” Nathan went on.
“What sort of plea?” I ask
