(Esther's Point of View)
The morning after the court date, it felt like I woke up in a house that wasn't mine anymore.
There was nothing broken. There was nothing missing. But everything seemed off.
I sat on the edge of the bed with my feet on the cold floor and looked at my hands. They looked the same. But I felt like I was different. Empty in a calm way. It was as if something had been taken without a sound.
Matthew was next to the window. He hadn't said much since we got back. He stood with his hands in his pockets, his shoulders stiff, and his eyes on the street below. The city went on as if nothing had happened. Cars went by. People laughed. Life went on.
But ours had just started over.
I could still hear the judge's words in my head. Not guilty. Case thrown out. Relief came on
