The next day signaled the start of the trial against Kingsley– my father’s trial would be two weeks later because they were two separate cases, but it meant the whole process would be drawn out, and even if I won the first one there was no guarantee I would win the other. The stress was eating at me, and the only things that had kept me moderately sane in the days leading up to it were Hunter and the hope of working for Debra. One other thing– or rather person– made an appearance the morning before the trial though, and she was definitely a sight for sore eyes.
“Sarah?” I gasped in surprise, swinging the hotel door open excitedly and drawing the other woman in for a fierce hug. “What are you doing here?”
“To support my friend obviously,” she replied with a laugh. “I could never have liv
