~ Abi ~
"They grilled me for over an hour."
"They?"
"Judge Matthews. That shrink lady from the evaluation. Some neutral observer from another district. Don't worry, your dad made him sign an NDA." I see his expression pass from something like panic to relief.
"Go on."
"Carrick and Sawyer had to wait outside. They got to watch everything on the monitor, but the judge didn't want me influenced, something about Stockholm Syndrome, as though they'd already decided that I wasn't in control of my own mind." I take a breath. Carl's face is already the picture of rage. He sees where this is going. Keep going, Smith... uh... Green.
"They took turns asking me the same questions, over and over, trying to screw me up. Make me slip and say something they could use against you. But there was nothi
