Lizzy hurriedly shouts into the phone. “What? Nothing. What’s with the drama?” “Savannah, you never call this late. It’s as if the phone lines cease to work past ten o’clock as far as you’re concerned.” “It’s only…” I steal a glance to the clock...
I’m on time; he’s not. I take a seat just outside the courtroom on a long empty wooden bench that lines the corridor. I nervously run my hands through my hair, which is finally long enough to lie semi-flat. Honey says it looks like a pixie cut, and that my short dark hair makes my green eyes pop....