"I swear that the evidence I shall give shall be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth," Alvaro placed one hand on his chest and the other raised up as he faced the judge.
Dressed in a red overall, Andreas sat in the dock, his cuffed hands placed on the table and his eyes on the ground. He flinched when he heard his father's voice, but not once did he lift his face. He knew this day would come, he was already told. It wasn't a surprise.
He had options: speak or lose his wives and kids. Don't speak but get spared from the death sentence, which would leave him with a life sentence. He really had options.
Mila sat in the gallery, dark shades on her eyes and her leg crossed. The small bag she had was beside her, and a nose mask to cover her grin. It wasn't allowed, but she did it anyway. Her crisp ironed black suit and the trouser to match made her look like she was attending a funeral instead of a trial.
