The courtroom was packed. Camille, her mother, Lily, and Toya sat just behind the defense attorneys and watched as the prosecutor presented case after case against a myriad of defendants. They had arrived early in order to get the best seats, hoping to place themselves in a position to be the first faces Misa saw when she was escorted into the courtroom. They had already been waiting for hours. It seemed that the court was determined to call every case besides Misa’s, and it was hard not to get antsy. As each poor, unfortunate soul was dragged out into open court, the women had watched to see what kind of judge Misa was about to face. So far, he had put bail on every single defendant who had come before him. So they resigned themselves to the fact that it was highly unlikely that Misa would be released on her own recognizance. Camille fidgeted slightly in her seat. She wore a red wool crepe Michael Kors dress that used to fit her quite well. Today it felt snugger than usual, but that wasn’t the only reason she shifted uneasily.
