I met with my lawyer after a series of rigorous questioning sessions with the police. My lawyer was Charlotte and an associate of hers
"Kara, where were you when Shane was shot?" she asked me.
"I was at a pond in Greenwich." I said looking through her.
"Kara, why?" she asked resting her hand on mine.
"I went to the doctors with Andrew, then to the pond."
"Doctors, why? You sick?"
"No, pregnant, same thing though." I laughed; a tear fell down my cheek.
"What? Oh my God! Does Shane know?"
"No, I couldn't tell him. I.. Oh, I wanted him to marry me, he wouldn't and I..."
"Why didn't you tell him though?"
"Because, I wanted him to marry me for love. Not just cos I'm pregnant."
"Girl, if the prosecution finds out, that's an argument in their favour."
"You're meant to be helping me."
"I will, we just don't have a defence. You have no alibi, no witnesses, no evidence, nothing."
"You saying that there's no hope?"
"I'm saying you're look at best 10 years. Worst, 20 years and $15000 fine."
"Shit."
"The man you love, put you in this position, he's sealed it. His testimony is the most important piece for the prosecution. I've talked with him, he's sure it was you."
"How?" I asked.
"He say's it was your hair and everything, he's convinced."
"But, Marissa confessed to me."
"You have no proof of this. How can you convince a jury her confession happened?"
"I can't." I shouted. I was regarded as violent and was escorted back to my cell.