Linda's POV
The courtroom was full. As I sat anxiously at the defendant's table, I could feel everyone in the room watching me. My heart was racing in my chest, and my hands were sweating. Nathan's attorneys had been merciless, laying forth evidence after evidence to convict me. It was too much pressure.
After glancing at me, the judge a severe-faced man with glasses balanced on the tip of his nose turned to face the prosecutor. With a strong, authoritative voice, he said, "You may proceed."
I gulped hard and tried to concentrate. However, it felt like the ground was shifting beneath me each time Nathan's attorney got up to offer another piece of evidence.
