Becca.
Following the very stressful session in court, I found myself on my back porch, wine in hand, thoughts whirling a mile a minute. My eyes were partially narrowed as I went through everything Sasha had said at court. The jury had expressed a lot of disgust, learning about how Chad really was.
Kennsington, a sexist attorney who no doubt represented the general views of the Cartwrights in seeing women as lesser, especially those with her career path, had shown his true colors as well.
Not that he hadn’t before. Problem was, Judge Hopper paid him favoritism.
This entire system was corrupt and disgusting, but I was going to fight it for the sake of Alessandro. I couldn’t get it out of my head that the child was going to be doomed to a horrible life if he fell into the hands of Chad.
