He banged the gavel. The bailiff took me away and led me off into my holding room, which had a table and a couple of chairs. They handcuffed me to the bar on the table and left me alone. I looked out the window. Ah, freedom, so close but so far.
The door opened and Ginny came in, followed by my one and only bright star, Heather. "Heather!"
"Hi, daddy!" she said, running over and hugging me tight from the side. I couldn't even lift my arms. "Aunt Ginny said I could come visit you."
"For the purposes of testimony," Ginny said, folding her arms.
Heather kissed my cheek. "Daddy, it's going so well. The jury looks so confused and shocked. They don't know what's going on."
"Good," I said. "Ginny, you really nailed those witnesses to the wall."
"That's my job," she said, sitting on the tabl
