The fact that Laurel was a lawyer made the bottom of Julia’s stomach unhinge. Her mind unwillingly going back to those long days she’d spent at court. Forced to sit there quietly in ill fitting clothes that her lawyer had produced from some general store. Face ash white under her bandages from the mobbing. Healing bruises adding a sickly color to her that no one bothered to cover up, perhaps for sympathy. To present her as a broken woman who couldn’t be held fully accountable for her crimes. None of it seemed to affect the judge however and Julia wasn’t surprised. The older woman had looked like a mother and by that point many parents outside of Cold Rock were ready to burn her at the stake. But Julia did her best to hold her reaction back as she listened to what she had to say.
“Nursing was just something that I always wanted to do growing up. After I graduated and traveled a bit with my husband I went back home and helped run the free clinic there. It felt nice to be able to give back. Now though I almost don’t know what to do with myself,” she admitted.