"It’s going to be okay," I reassured Charlie, noticing his restless movements. "Stop fidgeting; you're making me nervous too. Just relax and take a deep breath. You're safe here." My encouraging words were meant to soothe his frayed nerves.
Charlie let out a shaky exhale. "It's just that the thought of seeing him again after a couple of weeks—it's like all that trauma is rushing back to me. I can’t sit still, Arabella," he admitted, anxiety etched across his face. "I feel like he would pounce on me if he gets released today."
Luke interjected with a calm confidence, "He won't get released today, or for the next ten years, Charlie. Our lawyer is more than capable, and don’t forget you provided ample evidence to the court."
Charlie nodded, but his fear lingered in his eyes. "Yeah, I know
