Rachel
It's been going well. The case was what I expected it to be. I have been worried, of course, but mostly because it's not easy to reign my anger at hearing those witnesses lie through their teeth. I never liked Sharon, but I felt like slapping her silly after her questioning. I could have used the recording I have of her right then, but I have to build up the case. It's like a play where I'm the director, and I have to move the scenes just right to create the right story. My turn will come soon, and I will show them not to mess with me or mine.
"That went well," Richard says next to me, "the last two testimonies were the worst, but I think that once we finish presenting our side of the story no one will believe them anyway."
"I really hope so," I say. "How are you feeling?" I ask
