ROBERT

I watched as the officers led Amanda out of the courtroom, her shackled hands clasped behind her back and her head hanging low.

She looked broken. Defeated.

And whereas she'd walked in confidently earlier, flashing a smug grin at me, now her feet dragged, and she didn't dare to look up. She couldn't, though, not after all that had happened.

Seeing her like this, knowing she finally got her karma, a bitter satisfaction curled in my chest.

Finally, she was getting what she ...