I tapped my feet on the ground as the judge sat down. A lump grew in my throat, lingering there as his eyes swept over the jury, finally landing on my lawyer.
I leaned against the older man. “What’s going on? The persecutor hasn’t even arrived,”
“I’m as confused as you are, Madam. I wonder what strings they are trying to pull. Rest assured, you’ll leave here a free woman.”
I nodded and faced the Judge but my mind retreated to last night. When Louis said that, I was stumped.
I even went as far as asking Atlas to take off his shirt in the morning. As I expected, his birthmark was right there.
I wasn’t sure if Louis was confused or if something had happened between midnight to dawn.
I wanted to check at the exact moment Louis said it but I also didn’t want to disturb Atlas. He went o
