The Trial

Chris’s POV

It was a few months later and I was on the private jet, flying over London with Fallon, Aunt Maze, William, and Linda. We were headed over there for the trial. Six months sure flew in the blink of an eye.

Things were better with Linda and me, and honestly, I think she had grown fond of Meghan. Or maybe she had just learned to tolerate her because of the unborn child. But things had been way less dramatic over the time that had passed.

I also had gotten to know Willaim a bit better. We went places together and became much closer. I still intended to get even closer to him, he was my Dad, and I wanted that relationship to be built as fast as I could.

I had thought that the trial was going to be held in China but they decided that London was going to be the best place. This made me anxious because it was like a human fighting a shark in the water.

London was my adoptive father’s playground, it was his element, and I feared that all of this was going to be for nothing. Fal