I unlocked our large, wooden door that was imported all the way from the Peruvian Rainforest and stepped inside. The sweet aroma lingering its way in through the kitchen filled my nostrils almost instantly.
"What's the occasion?" I asked, as my heels click-clacked across the perfectly, polished marble floor.
"Where have you been all day?" my mother wondered, ignoring my question.
"Out," I replied.
"Out where?" she pressed, her voice rising angrily.
"Everything okay?" I asked.
"No," she snapped. "Clearly it's not, if my daughters making secret trips to the county jail."
"There's still a lot of things I don't understand-" I started.
"Yeah me too, like why would you have anything to do with a man who is accused of murder?" she demanded.
"I just wanted some answers," I lied smoothly.
"This is a dangerous man Leah. He wouldn't be locked up if there weren't damaging evidence against him," she growled. "Don't you ever go there again. Are we clear?" She stormed out of the kitchen before I even had a chance to answer.
I invited Abby over that night and decided it was time to tell her the truth. She had the right to know. Liz was her best friend too. When I was finished, she was silent. "Please say something," I whispered. She opened her mouth several times, but no words ever came out.
Finally, "Do you love him?" she marveled.
"What?" I asked, perplexed.
"Alex. Do you love him?" she repeated.
"I believe him. I believe that he is innocent and has been set up by some psycho lunatic," I answered honestly.
"But do you love him?" she echoed.
"I don't know," I murmured. I watched as she took a seat next to me by the fireplace and followed my eyes to the logs beginning to burn to ashes.
"I think you do," she announced. She waited for me to say something, but I couldn't find my own voice. "And I want you to know that I'm here for you no matter what happens and that if you ever need someone to talk to to or someone to just listen, I'm only a block away." I watched as a tear slowly rolled down the side my cheek and onto the wooden floor. I rested my head on her shoulder and she held me as I silently cried into her sweater.
"The trial is in two weeks. Two weeks," I sobbed. "I have fourteen days to find out what really happened in the past twelve months."
"I think you're mom we'll take care of that," she muttered.
"What?" I asked. I watched as Abby twisted her fingers together uncomfortably which was a very rare thing she ever did.
"Danny thinks that Alex is using you," she explained.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Danny just thinks that since you're mom is the best attorney in the state that Alex might actually have a chance of winning his trial if she becomes his attorney," she continued.
"Danny thinks Alex is using me to get through to my mother?" I asked, but it wasn't exactly a question because I already knew the answer.