I laughed bitterly, the sound sharp and cold. “What exactly did I do wrong, Lewis? Even in court, you need solid evidence to convict someone.
“Haven’t you thought about how unfair it is to judge me and even yell at me without understanding the truth?”
Lewis’ fists clenched as he glared at me. “You knew there were no cameras in the restroom, so I’m sure you did it on purpose, right?”
His baseless accusation stunned me. The injustice of it all left me somewhere between laughter and tears.
“If there were no cameras,” I countered, “then how can you be sure it was me?”
For the first time, Lewis hesitated. My question momentarily broke through his anger, but it was not enough.
“Are you now saying that Katrina wrongfully accused you?” he asked, his voice laced with disbelief. “I didn’t know you were like this. I thought you were a good kid.”
I refused to let his words cut deeper. “And what if she lies?” I asked evenly.
“She won’t,” he snapped. “I’ve known her. She’s not the kind of person who lies.”
His confidence in her stung more than I thought possible.