The words in the article burned red hot in her mind over and over again, her knuckles white. The tip of her nose started to tingle, but she bit her tongue as she so often did and she could ignore it. She doesn't even notice the man next to her until he speaks.

Jarred out of the cycle of words, she looks up at the man, her brow creasing. "I'm sorry- what-?" She could tell he was one of them, but his face isn't too familiar to her, much less someone she would remember from the trial. She was kind of focused on things other than the audience.

He couldn't be talking about what she thought he was talking about.