Chapter 11 - The Jail Cell Plea
The next afternoon, inside the stark, concrete visit room of the county jail, Julian sat behind a thick glass partition. He wore a bright orange inmate jumpsuit, his dark hair uncombed, his eyes bloodshot and dark circles carved deep beneath his skin.
Sitting on the other side of the glass was Nora. She wore a comfortable beige coat over a simple dress, her reddish-brown hair neatly styled, looking pale but remarkably composed.
Julian slammed his hand against the glass partition, crying out desperately into the small speaker hole. "Nora! Please! You have to drop the charges! My lawyers said I'm looking at ten to fifteen years in state prison! I can't survive in here!"
Nora looked at him through the glass, her expression completely calm, free from anger or bitterness.
"You didn't care if I survived when you plunged that blade into my chest, Julian," Nora said softly, her voice carrying across the intercom clearly.
"I was out of my mind! Selina manipulated me! She poisoned my head against you!" Julian wept hysterically, pressing his forehead against the cold partition. "Think of our babies, Nora! They need a father! How can you raise twins with their father in prison?"
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Nora slowly raised her hand, resting her fingertips against her lower abdomen, feeling the tiny life growing safely inside her.
👉 Read PART 12 to see Nora's final response to Julian's excuses!
