The courtroom remained still for several seconds after Camilla spoke. “Waiting for her husband to come home.” The words seemed to echo in settle over the room like dust after something had been destroyed. Then the murmuring began. It was like a ripple of whispers moving through the gallery as people leaned toward one another, murmuring things behind raised hands. I could hear the sound of keyboards clicking as reporters typed furiously. The judge struck the gravel against the bench. “Order!” The sound snapped the room back into place, and restored order to the court, but the tension remained thick in the air. I kept my gaze on the table in front of me, my hands clasped together so tightly, my fingers had began to ache. I had thought hearing the truth spoken in court might feel like vindication. I was wrong. It didn’t. Instead, it felt like standing naked in front of strangers. Every humiliation, every silent night, every moment I had pretended things were fine…
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