A tall man with dark greasy hair that was gelled back gathered his papers and walked up to the podium in the center of the court. He nodded to an elderly obese man behind a desk and said, “Your honor, the defense would like to call Miss Covington to the stand.” The judge acknowledged him and I stood up from my current seat and walked towards the chair in the dead center of the room. The dark-haired lawyer fumbled through his tall stack of papers then turned towards me and said, “Please state your name, spelling the last for the Court.”
“Jamie Covington, C-O-V-I-N-G-T-O-N.” I gulped. Today I would find out if I would walk freely or spend the next several years of my life behind bars. I don’t have too much evidence on my side….
