We sat at the far back of the courtroom. There weren’t a lot of people here but there were some from the media. Genius prohibited me from watching the news and I think I already know the reason behind it.
“Do you want to talk to your father after?” Genius leaned and whispered against my ear.
I smiled and shook my head. “No,” I replied. I have thought about that last night. Even if he’s proven to be guilty but mentally ill, he was still the same father who abused me. I was swayed for a moment but then would it have changed anything.
I sure want to forgive him but I couldn’t do that when he’s not even acknowledging that he did something wrong.
And with his state right now, would there even come a time that would be able to do that? I don’t know. Would I be waiting for that? I don’t k
