“Is that what you call a heavy padlock on an outdoor iron cage, counselor?” Judge Miller asked without lifting his eyes from his paperwork.

The lawyer cleared his throat.

“She was young, Your Honor.

She lacked guidance.”

“Call your first witness,” Judge Miller told the prosecutor.

“The state calls Agnes Quill to the stand,” the prosecutor said.

I got up, walked around the wooden partition, and stepped into the witness box.

I raised my right hand, took the oath, and sat down.