“The court is giving you a choice now, if you want to stay in prison until the trial is over or if you want to return to your apartment. I went by the other day and the apartment complex owners said that they will provide you with another apartment because of the situation,” Sandra says as she sets her leather briefcase on the steel table.
“I want the apartment. I can’t stay another day in here,” I grimace at the fresh memories of the girls in the woman’s block. Falling asleep every night to the constant sound of them doing things with each other is pretty unsettling.
“I’ll tell the judge and have her put you under house arrest. If you’d like, before your ankle monitor is activated we can go by your old apartment and collect your belongings.”
“I don’t think I’ll have enough time for tha
