Enzo
I stood at the bar, cuffed like a common criminal, my eyes dark with unspoken words as they flickered around the room.
Not really searching for anything, except maybe to catch a glimpse of Bianca. Or so I thought.
Forty-eight hours of trying to come to terms with the fact that after everything I did, after going through hell, I was still here, facing a crime I never committed. No one seemed willing to hear me out. Not even a phone to make a call.
And still, no word about her. Not even how she was doing. A sharp jolt ran through me stiffening and raw.
I was wrong to treat her the way I did, but haven't I paid enough for my mistakes? I fought back the tears welling at the corners of my eyes and sniffed.
"Do you have anything to say?" The judge's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I looked up at her.
"No words…" she cut in before I could speak, wasting no time. "Now proceed." she declared turning to the door.
