199: Our Statement

Fenella’s POV Another week passed, and we reached the end of January. Laird was supposed to rest for another month, but he insisted on going to New York. The first reason was that he couldn't stand his father at home anymore. The second reason was that he couldn't help but miss me. I smiled happily as I recalled how Laird whined like a child to go to New York. He didn't want to be separated from me, he said. That's why, now, I spent all day with him resting in his apartment. However, Laird couldn't fully rest in New York. Prosecutor Golden called us several times to request written testimony. After going unheeded twice, we finally answered the official summons on the third call. “Why are you smiling?” Laird's voice woke my reverie. He leaned in slightly to look at my face from the front. His forehead wrinkled and his eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Oh, no, nothing.” I cleared my throat to get rid of my thoughts about how wonderful it would be to stay with Laird all day. This one week was