REMAND CENTRE
October 20th
It’s early when Jodie returns—the guard raps on my door, telling me to get ready to see her. Sunshine streams through the window, the rain gone. I sit up awkwardly, dress again in my smart courtroom pant suit, and use the hairband I once took from your ponytail to tie back my hair, long now. I didn’t dream last night, and my head feels clear, which is unusual, especially with my belly like this.
I’m ready.
I follow the guard across the sun-drenched courtyard. No wind this morning, and only one call from a crow. The postcard is in the pocket of my suit pants—potential evidence, if we need it. Maybe enough to reopen the case or launch an appeal.
But maybe we won’t need it. And maybe I am already free. In a way, it doesn’t matter what the jury says. I know what happened. Whoever is in my belly will also know it, but for now it’s my story.
Jodie waits behind the glass doors to the meeting room. She’s smiling.