⸻ ❛ 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 '𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐄'𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓! ❜
when the enigmatic boy transforms the redhead's quiet life into a dangerous world of freedom, leading her t...
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THE INTIMIDATION CONTINUED, but neither of them let up. The already known evidence was brought up and the interrogation continued. Until it was time for another witness. Then Robin stood up and positioned herself at the front of the audience. She projected her melodious voice steadily.
"There are those who say that being a defense attorney means playing an unfair and dirty role. But our role is to show the other side of the story. To show that criminals are human beings with feelings. We can see how people react when they are at their worst, at their lowest. And to find reasons, motivations. That's why I'm calling a witness, not to the crimes committed, but to the life of one of these defendants."
The doors opened and Erica Sinclair walked in.
Countless heads turned to watch the girl as she walked to the witness stand. Lucas couldn't believe what he was seeing. Not even what was happening.
For a moment, he was angry that Robin had gone behind his back. Because she had dragged his sister into the mess. He didn't even want to imagine what Erica would think of him when she got the news that he was a compulsive criminal who was about to rot in jail, when he had promised her that he was no longer involved in that life. She didn't deserve any of this. Another person he dragged down the well.
"Miss Erica Sinclair, could you tell us about your brother Lucas Sinclair? And in light of the allegations that Lucas is facing, would you describe your brother as, and I quote, "a ruthless psychopath"?
"No. I know my brother. He is not the heartless and violent psychopath they say he is. I grew up with him, I played with him, our mother took care of both of us the same way until she died. He was a sweet, gentle, happy boy like any other. He just... changed. He is now a scared, angry, and heartbroken boy. Bad company and trauma have corrupted him. And that doesn't justify anything, I know," she raised her hand defensively, staring at the audience without fear. "But I know he is capable of learning from his mistakes and changing again, just like he did."
"Mr. Carver, would you like to ask Ms. Sinclair any questions?" The judge asked and Jason promptly replied yes, already standing up and addressing Erica.
"Ms. Sinclair, is it true that your father, Charles Sinclair, was in prison driving drunk on public roads and harassing residents?
"Y-yes, it is true." Erica replied with a trembling voice, as she hadn't expected the subject to be brought up, especially after her father's death.
"And after your mother's death and your father's absence, you were left in Lucas' care?"
"Yes. I, an 11-year-old girl, was left in the care of a 15-year-old boy. Since everyone was too worried about arresting my father, a desolate and widowed man who needed help, instead of providing us with a stable home. No one took care of us, no one protected us, no one welcomed us." She projected her voice with authority.
