The first words were not an apology.
They were mine.
The judge read them slowly from the printout Francine had helped me organize the night before:
“Stop making this bigger than it is.”
Then she continued.
The first words were not an apology.
They were mine.
The judge read them slowly from the printout Francine had helped me organize the night before:
“Stop making this bigger than it is.”
Then she continued.