DOMINIC
“Are you sure she won’t just get probation?” I asked, leaning forward in my chair.
Walter, my lawyer nodded. “I’m sure. It’s aggravated assault, and there were multiple witnesses. It’ll be nearly impossible for her to walk away from this.”
“I want her to get at least two years in jail,” I said, keeping my eyes fixed on him.
He smiled faintly. “She will. Everything will be handled exactly the way you want.”
I exhaled slowly and leaned back, the leather creaking under me. My head throbbed beneath the bandage, and I rubbed it gently. The damn thing still hurt, like it was split open and stitched back.
“I didn’t expect her to attack me like that,” I muttered. “She must’ve felt guilty for what she did, and instead of owning up to it, she resorted to violence. I mean, what was she
