In My Desperate Time

However, Frances doesn't come as I expect.

Instead, I meet the lawyer Steven has hired for me.

"Ms. Noyes, I'm your lawyer. You have to tell me the truth. Only when you tell me the truth can I do my best to get your sentence reduced."

The truth?

I smile bitterly and silently.

At this point, does the truth still matter? Telling the truth won't do me any good.

I don't know how long I'll be in this cage. I don't even know what is going on outside.

The feeling of not knowing makes me panic, and I don't dare to act rashly.

"What is the truth? I did shoot Frances. This is an indisputable fact." I look up at the lawyer. At this moment, I'm despondent.

"How many years will I get for attempted murder? Life imprisonment? Right, there's Whitney Jordan's case. With two cases added together, I might die in prison."

Frances’ words keep echoing in my ears, and every word is cutting my heart.

me to

just die

sad that I start

blurred boundary between attempted murder and intentional assault. As long as Frances and his people are willing to give you a

to die. Can I still count on him to have mercy

don't even dare to think

thing in my mind is: if I go to the courthouse, will I be

looking forward to that

lie in bed every day, counting the days left before the

dock, while Frances sits coldly at the plaintiff table. He doesn't give me even one

person I love the most is sitting right across, but in his eyes, I don't seem to

at Frances while listening to him narrating the event in detail.

matter what happens, I'm always obsessed with this

it weren't for Earl, how could I possibly

thinks that I was staying by his side for revenge at the time. He must hate me a

expression is hurting

lip, but I

at her, his

that love