Alesha tells me as Jenysis and I walk out of our bedroom. I’m not a suit and tie guy, but I changed out of my swim trunks and into jeans and a t-shirt for the press conference Camari set up. I need everyone to know I’m serious about what I’m going to say. I grip Jeny’s hand tight as we walk to the front door. “Nothing to talk about. I won’t let this go on.” “You can’t defend that woman without looking guilty.” “Sonia. Her name is Sonia. Don’t forget it.” “I didn’t forget it, but listen Wayne. Your life is on the line here.” “So is hers. What if she does something because of how vicious people are being? She doesn’t deserve this.” “I know she doesn’t,” she tells me with a sigh. “I feel for her, I do, but we haven’t even chosen a jury yet. For you to go out and do whatever you’re going to do…without even talking to me…it just might look bad for you.”
