to ten years.”
“Good,” I said. Then, quietly: “Has Rachel been writing every day?”
“She has.”
And I had not answered.
The trial ran five days. On day one, I took the stand and recounted May 2nd: the Golden Terrace, the overheard conversation, the two hundred and twenty thousand, the condo as collateral, the divorce plan, just like the others. My voice continue reading …
