He has done yeoman’s work to keep it all together in the days since his indictment, but this night, lying in bed beside his wife, all that emotion is ready to burst free.Aaron’s not so naïve as to think that the last two months, in which nothing has been normal, are a good indicator of future happiness, but he’s also not so far gone that he doesn’t recognize the possibility that he’s being given the rarest of all gifts: a second chance.“I love you so very much, Cynthia,” he says, choking on the words.Cynthia looks at him and is also near tears as she kisses him on the lips very softly. “I love you too,” she says. “And we’re going to get through this. Together.”The irony is powerful enough to bring a broad smile to his face. For the first time in . . . he doesn’t know how long, Aaron is optimistic about the future.Even as tomorrow, the trial of his life begins.A LINCOLN TOWN CAR picks Aaron up in front of his home to take him to court. As he gets in the backseat amid the popping flashes, Aaron suspects the spectacle in front of the courthouse will be twice as bad.And holy God, it is.There are actually two federal court buildings in lower Manhattan.
