GoodNovelFreeUnlock the content CLICK HERE TO WATCH THE serious. Wral assurances can you provide that she will not pose a threat to anyone, particularly to the alleged victim, should she be granted bail?" Gordon nods, prepared for this moment. "Your Honor, Ms. Nolan will be confined to her hwith an ankle bracelet to ensure she does not leave the premises. She will reside back at her hand only have supervised visitation rights to her daughter, Abby. Given Abby's health issues, she needs to see her mother but also needs to be where her specialist doctors are." The judge considers this, her expression thoughtful but still stern. "Ms. Nolan, do you understand the terms being proposed? You would be confined to your home, unable to leave except under strict +25 BONUS supervision for court hearings back here in Santa Monica, You would only be allowed to see your daughter under supervision. Is that acceptable to you?" I swallow hard, my throat dry and tight. The idea of being confined to my home, of not being able to freely see Abby, tears at my heart. But I know I have no other choice. "Yes, Your Honor, I understand and accept the terms," I manage to say, my voice trembling. Judge Harper nods slowly, still clearly weighing her decision. "Givert the health of the child and the proposed conditions, I am willing to grant bail of one million dollars. However, be aware that any violation of these terms will result in immediate revocation of bail and your return to custody. Do you understand?" "Yes, Your Honor," I reply, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety. The thought of seeing Abby again, even under supervision, givesthe strength to agree to these harsh terms.
Gordon speaks again, his tone respectful but firm. "Thank you, Your Honor. We will ensure that Ms. Nolan adheres to all conditions set forth." The judge nods once more, then bangs her gavel. "Bail is set at one million dollars. The defendant is to be confined to her hwith an ankle bracelet and will have supervised visitation with her daughter. Court is adjourned."
As the courtroom clears, Gordon turns to me, his expression relieved but still serious We did it, Winona. It's not perfect, but it's a step forward." I nod, tears of relief streaming down my face. Thank you, Gordon. I don't know what I would have done without you."
"We still have a long road ahead, but e this is a good start. Let's get you back hand set up with the ankle bracelet. We'll take it one step at a time. I'll donfer with you over video call until you cback for the first hearing." As I leave the courtroom, the reality of my situation sinks in. The whispers of the people in the gallery still echo in my ears, and I know that the battle is far from over.
I'm thankful for this tiny reprieve, knowing that I can't afford to make any mistakes. I'm not going todd I'm to anything to getback in jail again, and now I have to do everything to keepout of jail for the rest of my life. 01 Harne Alone Almost
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