Twenty One

“Don’t forget you have a meeting tomorrow at two,” I said to Dimitri, my head in my notes. Looking up from his computer he spoke.

“Thanks but did you not want to reschedule it? It clashes with the sentencing.”

“No I’m not going to go.” I sat opposite Dimitri, him behind his desk. Looking up at me his eyes burned into my soul.

“Are you sure?” He wrote some notes on a pad next to his computer.

“Yeah I don’t care.” I crossed my legs and his eyes flicked down.

“Okay. Did they say what they’re expecting?”

“Four years,” I spoke softly, keeping his eyes on mine. Shutting down his computer he threw his suit jacket on. I stood up with him, notepad still in hand. My desk was stationed outside Dimitri’s office and as we walked out I threw it on my desk. The man who assaulted me pleaded guilty at the first opportunity which was a blessing for me. I didn’t have to give evidence in court which I was dreading. Dimitri grabbed my hand and our fingers entwined.

“Okay, they have your victim statement t