I got to the courthouse too late. By the time I parked and ran up the steps, the microphones were being dismantled and the satellite trucks were packing up. A cameraman told me I’d missed it. Lazarev made a shocking statement and left. That was that.
I sat down on the steps, pulled up Twitter, and watched the whole thing. I felt sick when it was over. Not only was my article wrong and incomplete, it also hurt people needlessly. I’m a myopic b***h, a life-ruiner. Like always, everything bad that’s happened is all my fault.
I push off with my toes and let the swing carry me back and forward. Screeee. Screeee. Only in a massive city can you feel this alone.
You disgust me. That’s what Kir said before he left. No three words have ever been so devastating. Nor has an aqua-colored envelope ev
