The police station smelled like burnt coffee in desperation. I sat across from Detective Morris, my hands trembling in my lap while my parents stood behind my…
The chambers of a Federal Judge are designed to be intimidating. The mahogany walls, the high ceilings, the absolute silence that swallows sound—it all serves to remind…
The leather of the rental SUV was white—blindingly, impossibly white. It was the kind of white that didn’t belong in the real world, certainly not on a…
He sat there in his three-thousand-dollar suit, laughing with his high-priced shark of a lawyer, pointing a manicured finger at the empty chair beside me. Keith Simmons…