I knew that the time in the mental institution didn’t really teach me the things I had memorized but if I wanted Lucky I needed to learn this information to say it out loud as my testimony that’s being backed up by the many assistants working for Jacob, this was just as the same as passing an exam at school.
The courthouse was colder than I expected.
Not the temperature — though the marble floors and pale gray walls didn’t help — but the feeling.
It was the kind of cold that whispered, You’re not supposed to win here.
I squeezed Jacob’s hand tightly as we entered the long, narrow hallway.
The heavy doors slammed shut behind us with a sound that echoed down the endless rows of sterile benches.
At the end, a clerk stood waiting, clipboard in hand.
“Name?” she asked briskly.
“Jacob He
