Seventy Five

"Don't ask me how my day went because it was from one hell to another." I warned Kyle as he walked in from work that night. 

"Dinner is ready." I said soberly. "Go freshen up and let's have dinner because I'm starving."

"Okay, wife." He planted a soft kiss on my forehead and left. He smelled of gunpowder, not a new scent, but one that I dreaded. Can today be any better? My dear Kyle must have been in a gun battle. I hate to think that one day he might get injured. I wished I could just ask him to stop being a policeman. That wouldn't be fair to him. And fairness is all I live for.

Talking about fairness, I had the talk of my life with Mark, and he asked me to go home. There must have been an informant at the police station. I immediately suspect the man at the counter. I swear, if I had met Kyle at the counter, I never would have allowed myself to fall in love with him. Those men just aren't human. The way they treat lawyers, especial the one who sticks to the truth, is so irritating.

Mark asked me to go home. It became my compulsory day off after working half a day at work. Somehow I felt he asked me to go because he needed time to think of what he should do to me, and seeing me around the office wouldn't help. I wasn't happy leaving the office at that time because I knew my work would be doubled tomorrow, and it just felt too strange.

I don't deserve this.

Furthermore, I met this strange Kam and all I thought of was sticking to my guns again. Obviously, she also sounded like this would all be a waste of time, but…

I can't say.

I held on tight to my phone, feeling my blood rush in rage once again. Her picture staring at me, her smile and her guitar. Isn't there anyone else in her life?

I remembered my life as an introvert under my dad's watch. It was really terrible. I despised my dad. I still do, a lot. He's dead now. He died of cancer. But I still hate him. I'll forgive him someday…

Nonetheless, you don't want to know what he did to me.

At least not yet.

"New obsession, huh?" I heard Kyle's voice and snapped out of my ugly trance.

"Dinner." I stood up and followed him to the dinning room. We ate quietly, and I could feel his stare pierce through me.

"Are you going to tell me about today?"

"What about you? Tell me you weren't in a gun battle, and I would bother you with my problems." I said, chewing on my words 

"Come on Kamila, it's my job." He chuckled. "We were just chasing a pack of drug dealers and… Don't be scared for me. I'll be fine. I've always been. "

"I have every right to worry. You are all that I have, Kyle," He took my hands across the table. 

"I'll be fine. I promise." I nodded. "So, tell me about your bad day."

"It's the Kam case."

"I know. You were staring so intently at her earlier."

"There's something about her. But that is not it. Mark would not accept the case. He wants her to go to court and get judgement without investigation."

I saw him sigh, drop his fork and sit up straight. He does that whenever he wants to be careful with words. I'm grateful to God for his readiness to understand.

"What's your opinion?"

"There should be investigation, at least a little, whether she confessed to the crime or not."

"You said the contrary yesterday. You said it was a done deal. I know it is too. What changed?"

"A lot babe "I sighed. "There are rumors he might be her father. She got discharged after a surgery, and then she turned in on the person who sponsored her surgery and killed him. Isn't that fishy? Jude Kam might be a philanthropist, but no one really knows him than she do. They lived together for years, she can't just wake up one day and kill her Godfather for no reason."

He smiled, that was enough to make me smile. But I didn't. I just couldn't.

"Hm. I get it."

"I went to see her today."

"How is she?"

"Worse. I got all the insults of my life. She isn't encouraging at all. In fact, she wants to die. She wants judgement at all cost. She asked me to keep off. Not only that, but she wouldn't tell me why she did that. And when I got back to the office. He asked me to go home."

"Oooh, that bad." He left his seat and walked to my back, hugged me from behind.

"I really need to add some flesh, Kyle. It might be the reason I'm not getting enough respect."

"No, you don't. And trust me when I say you are the most respected woman I've ever had in my life. You fight for the truth always, and you have a big heart. The world have just not seen it yet. But they will, soon."

"I will not give up on The Kam's case, Kyle. I'll find a lawyer for her, and I'll do the investigation myself."

I'm a lawyer but I have never been to court. She needs an expert.

"How sure are you that…"

"I could tell from her eyes, Kyle. I might be the only one she has now. I mean, the whole world isn't on her side anymore."

"But you don't know her."

"I will. Tell me you won't be like Mark." I swallowed.

"I'm Kyle, my dear. And I love my Kamila so much that I would support whatever she supports. And I trust her judgements."

"And I love you too, Kyle." I kissed him.

About the Kam case, I don't have any plans but with Kyle on board, I'm safe.