I left the courtroom to freshen up and then wander the halls aimlessly stretching my legs. I was just around a corner when I bumped into Michael. “Isa!” he whispers, “Don’t be scared, I need to talk to you, can we go somewhere? Please?”

“No!”

“I believed everything you said to me and when I found out what you did I was unhinged. Please, let me make it up to you. Don’t destroy what we have over one incident that I swear will never happen again.”

“We have nothing. There’s no going back.”

“You don’t mean it,” he says solemnly. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up...