However, Frances doesn't come as I expect.
Instead, I meet the lawyer Steven has hired for me.
"Ms. Noyes, I'm your lawyer. You have to tell me the truth. Only when you tell me the truth can I do my best to get your sentence reduced."
The truth?
I smile bitterly and silently.
At this point, does the truth still matter? Telling the truth won't do me any good.
I don't know how long I'll be in this cage. I don't even know what is going on outside.
The feeling of not knowing makes me panic, and I don't dare to act rashly.
"What is the truth? I did shoot Frances. This is an indisputable fact." I look up at the lawyer. At this moment, I'm despondent.
"How many years will I get for attempted murder? Life imprisonment? Right, there's Whitney Jordan's case. With two cases added together, I might die in prison."
Frances’ words keep echoing in my ears, and every word is cutting my heart.
He wants me to die in jail.
Well, I'll just die here.
I'm so sad that I start to laugh out loud.
The lawyer frowns and says, "There is a blurred boundary between attempted murder and intentional assault. As long as Frances and his people are willing to give you a way out, I can help you get out of prison in three years."
Frances now hates my guts. He can't wait for me to die. Can I still count on him to have mercy on me?
I'm not that naïve. I don't even dare to think about it in a daydream.
The only thing in my mind is: if I go to the courthouse, will I be able to see him?
Never have I been looking forward to that day so much.
I lie in bed every day, counting the days left before the court day.
I sit in the dock, while Frances sits coldly at the plaintiff table. He doesn't give me even one look.
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