Bearing Witness

One week.

One week since they came home. One week since the warehouse on Carver Street. One week since Willa sat on a courtroom floor holding her father's hand while he went still.

The courtroom was nothing like what Sylvie had imagined. She had imagined something grander, something that felt like the weight of what had happened. Instead it was a medium-sized room with wooden benches and fluoresce