What exactly was going on?
Even as I stared at my accusers as they stood up to leave, I began to question my own sanity. Did I get involved in an accident on my way here and have been in coma, day dreaming? Or did I fall asleep somewhere?
Was this really happening?
Mrs Smith, the only person in the room that hadn't been a direct accuser, started giving me the questioning gaze as though trying to decipher whether she was on the right side or not. She was the only one left in the room, and in all honesty, it was pretty normal for her to feel the guilty need to figure whose sides she'd be on; her family or the woman who birthed her grandsons.
