you lie to me and make me hunt down the street camera footage to prove it, I will personally make sure you serve the full 10 years for almost killing that family.”
He stopped talking.
The room went dead silent except for the angry buzzing of the fluorescent light above us.
He expected me to demand a lawyer.
He expected me to scream that my sister stole the ID.
He expected a messy, chaotic defense that he could easily tear apart.
I looked at the evidence bag containing my driver’s
