Helpless

The jail cell door clanged open as Miles entered. Clinton looked up from the cot with a weary expression.

"Miles, what the hell is going on? Why did I have to spend the night in this place?"

Miles sighed, taking a seat across from his client. "I'm sorry Clinton, this situation has become incredibly complicated."

Clinton frustratedly ran a hand through his disheveled hair. "But the bigamy charge - that's just a misunderstanding, right? Monique is my ex-wife."

"I'm afraid it's not that simple," Miles stated grimly. "It seems your wife has some powerful backers. Even though your case was eligible for bail, the additional charge of forgery involving government documents has made it...messy."

Frustration creased Clinton's brow. "Forgery? What are you talking about?"

"The marriage license Monique provided as evidence," Miles explained. "It appears to be legitimate and legally binding."