"Not guilty, your honor," James says.
I dig my fingers into my eyes to keep myself from tackling him.
"Very well." The judge bangs his gavel. "The hearing is hereby scheduled for June tenth at nine."
A murmur filters through the courtroom as everyone starts talking at once. James' mother cries from her wheelchair behind him, and reporters dictate into their mini recorders.
My family is outraged.
Rightfully so.
They promise justice that will never come.
I sulk.
Hold back tears.
Heartbroken.
Depressed.
Dying inside.
Because it doesn't matter.
None of this will make Bella open her beautiful brown eyes.