She remembered looking around at the spectators that day in court. Her eyes had met Russ’ briefly but he’d averted his, out of embarrassment or disgust or both. She’d wanted to reach out to him, to be able to talk to him. The look of abandonment and betrayal on his face was very obvious.
Marie had sat next to him, holding his hand, trying to give her support.
When the judge had adjourned the proceedings, Cam had looked for Russ but all she saw was the back of his head disappearing out the door.