Reciprocity
“He won’t be here, don’t worry. His character is just as bad, so there was no way Adam’s attorney wanted him on the stand.”
She let out a sigh of relief and continued to rub her hand over her belly.
“That and the restraining order,” I reminded her.
He nodded. “That, too.”
We walked in and took our seats behind Lawrence. Lila’s hand shook in mine, and I was thankful that this time we wouldn’t be separated.
A door in the back swung open, and out stepped two guards with a chained-up, orange-clad Adam. Even after over a year in jail he was as obstinate as ever, pulling against the cuffs and the officer who tried to pull him along when he slowed his pace.
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