My mind was blank.
I looked up from my feet, searching for something in the eyes of the faces staring at me.
I felt like I was sweating from every pore, my heart straining to burst out of my chest.
Bowing my head I looked back down at my shoes and tried to take a deep breath, the air felt like treacle.
“Your answer, please?”
I had attracted a lot of attention, becoming a bit of a celebrity. Everyone had wanted to watch this event; they had crammed them in in like sardines. The air was stifling.
“I have to hurry you, Mrs Potter”
So here was the question of my life.
I wondered again why I was here. My husband had begged me to, and I had always struggled to say no to him.
Especially when he was so ill.
“Did you kill your husband Mrs Potter?”