(Victoria)
I sat in the defendant's chair, my hands folded on the table. The courtroom was quieter today than it had been during Marcus's trial. Fewer reporters, fewer spectators. Just the judge, the lawyers.
The judge shuffled through papers on his desk. My lawyer, sat beside me looking defeated. We both knew what was coming.
"Ms. Hayes," the judge said, looking up at me. "You have entered a guilty plea to charges of harassment, defamation, conspiracy, and fraud. Before I impose sentence, is there anything you wish to say?"
I stood up slowly. My legs felt weak, but I managed to stay upright. The orange jumpsuit made me feel like a stranger to myself.
"Your honor," I began, my voice quieter than I intended. "I know what I did was wrong. I let my feelings cloud my judgment. I hurt inno
