122_Jennifer’s Sentence

Eloise

The next day….

I sat on the second row, hands folded over the leather strap of my purse, listening to the shuffle of shoes, the murmured chatter, and the squeak of pens dragging against notepads. It had been trial after trial, one courtroom after another, and my body had grown used to this place, almost as if my ribs had sprouted their own wooden benches.

I didn’t mind. No, not anymore. So far every soul that had left scars on me, physical, emotional, ...