Echoes of Betrayal on Rain-Soaked Streets
Echoes of Betrayal on Rain-Soaked Streets The rain had been falling for hours, soaking the cobblestone street in front of the courtroom where I stood, motionless. I clutched the lawyer’s briefcase in one hand, though I no longer had strength to lift it. Across from me, on the old wooden steps, sat a boy—about twelve, … Read more