Chapter 18 - The Night Before Court
Cade slept.
Pierce sat on patio.
I joined.
“You nervous?”
“Yes.”
“You’ll tell truth.”
“Yes.”
Then:
“What if attorney makes me look like I ordered it?”
“You did order some of it.”
He winced.
I continued:
“Don’t fight facts to protect identity.”
He stared at me.
That line had come from my anger class.
Annoyingly useful.
Then he asked:
“Do you forgive me?”
I had not answered before.
“Some.”
He nodded.
“Enough to stay?”
“So far.”
That was our marriage.
Not grand declaration.
So far.
Then:
“Do you still love me?”
“Yes.”
He cried.
May you like
Love is not acquittal.
That sentence we learned without saying.
