Epilogue
The courtroom stood almost empty when Jeff and I entered, and my footsteps echoed in the large room. It was different than what I expected. All those years of watching Law & Order reruns with my mom had me imagining high ceilings, large ornate wooden tables for the lawyers, and rich wood paneling on the walls.
In reality, the room looked very plain. The walls, two of which were built of brick, were painted a creamy tan. Other than a few signs telling us to turn off cell phones and naming the courtroom, only one large, hideous picture of a river and hills hung behind the judge’s desk. Seriously ugly.
The judge’s desk looked as if created with cheap fabric panels, like the kind in office cubicles. It was plain and sort of a letdown to think this was where sentences for murderers
