Not Fast Enough

"The question you should truly be asking is, what are you willing to do for yours?” Her remark stuck with you, practically rendered you dumbfounded. It struck at the part of your heart that was already fragile, that part that felt you had done nothing as you watched your husband in court, being shown more and more evidence that he was the criminal of a crime he didn’t commit.“Hope you enjoy the rest of the show.” With that, her heels clicked on the marble as he walked back into the court, heading for the courtroom. Your mind began racing, looking over any little details that could prove his innocence. The knife, the apartment, his standing over the body, the size of the wound, nothing. Then it hit you, the thing that could save him that would guarantee his innocence. The courtroom had already settled by the time you stood in, but it didn’t matter because it would all be over soon.