"If only wishes were horses..."
Amelia slowly tapped her freshly manicured nails on the table, each strike, sounding like a bullet hitting its mark. She lowered her gaze temporarily as if weighing a thought before looking up, her icy gaze enough to freeze an entire lake.
"But since I didn't come here to talk about my husband, I will pretend you didn't just call him a cold-blooded murderer. Six months can always change into six years or a lifetime behind bars in the blink of an eye."
"Are you threatening me?" Gwen looked up at the overhead camera and at the guard standing behind her as if to say, "I hope you guys are recording this conversation."
But the female guard seemed uninterested in Gwen's alarmed expression. She was too preoccupied, admiring the infamous Mrs Amelia Anderson who had been dominating social media space for challenging the security system of another country while defending her husband's innocence.
