I was shaking. Violently. Outside the courtroom to testify against my own father. It’s been six months since his arraignment, during which I’ve had several people brainwashing me. Some were trying to change my mind about turning on him, while the rest were urging me to betray him.
Alex, on the other hand, kept saying that he would support my decision no matter what. But I could feel that he expected me to testify against my own father in order to get him incriminated for the abominable crime he’d committed.
Which would be the right thing to do.
Had the situation been reversed, had I been the one to traded for nothing, I wouldn’t have accepted that my antagonists escaped scot free. It was unfair towards them, and they were the only reason why I was willing to stand in court.
With hin
