Sheriff Noel snickers before sipping his steaming coffee from his ridiculous cartoon mug. “My lawyer believes me, and I hope he will make the judge believe us also,” I retort like a stupid teenager. I shouldn’t show all our cards. The less Sheriff Noel knows, the less preparation he has to put a stop on any success we may attain. “You can’t be serious?! No judge here will allow your boyfriend bail. You had a chance at a new life with that doctor, but you couldn’t help the disgusting lust for Shaw. You have no one to blame but yourself.” “Maybe so, but it is my life!” Sheriff Noel bangs his cup on the cheap table that stands between us, its contents sloshing over the edge. “Your daddy would roll over in his grave if he could see what you’re doing with your life.” I thought I hated Noel before, but he just stepped into a new low. He knows my story, he just chooses not to believe it. To then bring it up, like I could give a fuck what my father thinks of my life, is like poking an angry bear.
