“State your name,” Judge Perez told Aunt Belinda who is standing in front of him.
“Belinda Russell,” she replied. It could be heard from her voice that she’s nervous. Who wouldn’t be when you’re in front of the judge?
She was also asked to recite the same oath that I recited when I sat in there.
The judge nodded before allowing her to sit down right after. He turned to the prosecutor who immediately stood up. “The prosecution may start their interrogation.”
Prosecutor Smith walked in front of Aunt Belinda. “How are you related to McCarrienne Russell?” he asked.
Aunt Belinda turned to me before smiling weakly. “She’s my niece,” she replied curtly.
I swallowed hard because my aunt never really looked at me like that before. I stayed with her the moment Dad got jailed until I was
