“Are you serious?” He asks with a shocked expression.
I can’t get the words out of my mouth, so all I can do is nod back to him.
“How many years is he supposed to do?” Mathieu asks, still looking back and forth between Sandy and I.
Cleary my throat, I manage to answer him.
“He was supposed to have 6 years. 1 for drunk driving and 5 for involuntary manslaughter.” I whisper out, choking on my words.
Still in a daze, Mathieu lifts his hand and gently wipes my tears. The gesture finally makes me focus a little. Looking at him, I can see the concern in his eyes.
“What am I supposed to do?” I say, feeling my eyes burning again with more tears.
Taking me in his arms, he gently rubs my back, trying to soothe me.
“It’s going to be ok. I’m here with you. You are not alone.” He says sweetly t
