#prosecxtor

                                   her expression doesn't change when the                                   stranger announces the news to her. in all                                    her years of prosecuting, she had often                                   heard of prosecutors getting murdered for                                    doing their job, though she would have never                                   imagined someone so close to her would be                                   the victim of such an attack.

                                   she remains silent for a moment,  gathering                                    her  thoughts  and  forcing  a  cold demeanor.                                    even now, she feels as if she can't look weak                                    with someone else present— not even after this.

                                   she tries to speak but her voice catches in her                                   throat—    reduced    to    absolutely    nothing.                                    awkwardly,  she  clears her throat and tries to                                    pretend it never happened; she simply moves                                   on to say.

                                              "is there a suspect? have they                                               assigned a prosecutor to the                                               case yet?"

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