Robin walked the short distance from the train station to the courthouse in a shroud of gloom that matched the overcast sky. Halfway up the courthouse steps, she halted, wide-eyed gasping for air.
“Robin, for pity’s sake, we can’t dawdle; it’s nearly 9 now.” Looking closer at her granddaughter, she said, “Slow down and take a deep breath. Everything will be fine.”
“But what if it’s NOT fine?” Robin panted. “What if Jake has his hardass buddies hurt you when I’m back in Dallas. If I testify, he could really hurt you worse than knocking you down. It won’t be safe for you in Chicago. I can’t do this.” Robin turned and started back down the steps. “I can’t let anything happen to you. Let’s go.”
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