Finally, the judge spoke. “Mr. O’Neal is that all.” “Yes, judge I have nothing farther for this witness.” Mr. O’Neal squeaks out as he rushes back to his seat. Standing up, Mr. Anderson walks to me with a box of tissues but not before motioning to the judge first. I didn’t even know I was crying but then again, I kind of felt numb. Being careful as I reached forward to take some, I used both hands and then gently wiped my face. Still ensuring my wrists were covered the entire time. “Ms. Cogswell I won’t keep you, but I do need to ask you two questions.” Mr. Anderson says as he backs up. “Ms. Cogswell what is your middle name?” At first, I’m stunned as this is the second confusing question, until I’m reminded of the paperwork the Judge showed me. At that I announce, “Isla! My middle name is Isla!” Mr. Anderson smiles as he steps to the jury box and asks his next question. “Have you been in contact with
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