Typing My Future
I was unable to fall asleep as midnight drew near. I typed my remark while sitting in Jenna’s floor lamp’s light. I verified that all the dates, numbers, and names were correct. I meticulously crafted every element as my fingers moved across the keyboard. The paper needed to be flawless. Every word had to matter since this was my chance to get out. Knowing this was it, I inhaled deeply.
Typing My Future
Meeting The Lawyer
Marie, my lawyer, was something of a myth. As a former judge, she refused to let anyone bully others. She was really direct but incredibly kind, and I found her online. She didn’t have time for bullies, and we had met a few times. My fears were soothed by Marie’s assurance, “Don’t worry, you got this.” I felt like I could handle anything since she treated me like an equal.
Meeting The Lawyer
