Chapter 63 : Threat

MAXINE. “No,” I whisper to myself. A scream is slowly building up in my throat. I want to yell at Ronda to stop. “No, no, no….” Theo is looking at her too, but his expression is unreadable. Draco sweeps in and tries to comfort Ronda. He holds her hand, and very charmingly and audibly, he says, “Miss James, relax. You are safe here now. The suspect is bound with silver and he would not hurt anyone in this room.” She starts to cry, but it soon settles down. The jury looks sympathetic towards her, but I feel like something is off. It feels like she’s playing it up for a crowd. Hell, right now, she looks like an actress, like one of those people who reenact stuff in documentaries. My feeling only grows when her bottom lip quivers intensely as she addresses the crowd directly. “My husband and I were camping during that night. That has always been our hobby, throughout eighteen years of marriage. We were in our tent when suddenly, we heard something outside. He decided to check it out,