Rifle retribution

Waking up on the day of the trial

I woke up on the day of the trial with a knot in my stomach. The sun had barely risen, but the anxiety had already taken hold of me. I felt like I had been hit by a truck, and the weight of the situation felt too much to bear.

My mind raced with thoughts of my past, my present, and the future that I had hoped for. All of it felt like it could be taken away from me in an instant, and I was powerless to stop it. My daughter's life was at stake, and there was nothing I could do to protect her and her children.

I tried to shake off the feeling of dread and forced myself to get out of bed. My body felt heavy and lethargic as if I was moving through quicksand. I took a deep breath and tried to focus on the task at hand.

Today was the day of the trial, and I needed to be strong for my daughter. She was innocent, and I had to believe that the truth would come out in court. But the fear that it wouldn't be hung over me like a dark cloud.

As I got dressed and headed to the courthouse, my thoughts were a jumbled mess. I couldn't help but think of all the ways that the system could fail my daughter. The corrupt lawyers, the biased judge, the flawed justice system - they all seemed to be working against us.

I tried to stay positive and hold onto hope, but as I entered the courthouse, I knew that it would be a long and difficult day ahead.