45. The Truth is Up in the Air
Ryan
“Please, come this way.”
A person invited us to enter a conference room in the courthouse. Michelle, accompanied by her cousin Elvis, stands up and goes in first. My lawyer gives me a small tap on the hand, a silent gesture of support, and together we follow them.
The room feels cold and impersonal. The white light from the fluorescents emphasizes the sobriety of the furniture. A long table separates the two parties, with a person sitting in the center. Michelle and her lawyer sit on the right, while Cameron, my lawyer, and I take our place on the left.
From my position, I notice that Michelle is nervous. Although she keeps her back straight and her hands on her lap, her tension is evident. To her left, her lawyer flips through documents with an exp
