“Hello, Taryn,” said a deep voice. Chills ran through my body, despite the fact that I had been sweating profusely. Yep, I’m definitely in deep crap.
I slowly turned my head and peeked open one eye. My nightmare was a reality. “Well, hello there Judge, to what do I owe the pleasure?” I know you’re thinking I’ve really messed up because the judge doesn’t come to the jail cells to see offenders; but they certainly do in my case. This judge is my dad. Now, even that may not seem like a huge shocker, until you factor in that he lives thousands of miles away. Dear God, I must’ve killed somebody.
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