Does There Have to Be a “Silver Lining?” by Teresa Ahrendt
I still hear the annoying squeak of the wooden bench with each movement. The not-so-soft whispering of the couple two rows behind. The tap, tap, tap of the courtroom reporter’s…
I still hear the annoying squeak of the wooden bench with each movement. The not-so-soft whispering of the couple two rows behind. The tap, tap, tap of the courtroom reporter’s…