We let the media know that an interview at this time wasn’t a good idea. Perhaps in a couple of months when the kits were older. I had Kim send them...copies of the photos she had taken of the kits.Day 7:It was the morning of the trial. Matt, our witnesses, our supporters, and I were ready to start the trial, although Matt and I were nervous for we had never done this before. The defendants and their lawyers were ready, and the defendants were exceptionally nervous for they knew they were guilty. " He looked down, not knowingquite what he wanted to say. Instead, he walked out of Sara's room,closing the door behind him.Sara wiped at her tears. "Don't worry, Tommi," she said to herself, "Ipromise I won't get in your way. No matter how much it hurts, I'll stayout of the way."**********"Why not?" Sara demanded, her arms crossed defiantly, as she sat staringdisapprovingly at Rachel.Rachel had seen this reaction before. "Sara," she began, trying tosound very calm and compassionate, "I. "Yeah okay okay I get it, I get it! You're happy to see me," he said, putting his hands on my hips and lowering me gently to the ground. People around us smiled. They probably wouldn't have, had they known I wasn't his girlfriend."What took you so long?" he asked, picking up my trolley. God, he looked good. He wore a suit, presumably because he'd come from the office."Customs needed to prove they're not racists." Oh, right. Even though they totally are. It's so good to see you, sweetheart. How. ‘Do you forgive me now?’ Ma gazed blankly at him and said no. His eyes opened wide. He couldn’t believe what he had heard. Just then, he got down on his knees, grabbed my mother tightly by her waist and started crying. He had his face buried in her chest. His sobs sounded muffled. ‘Why won’t you come back to me? I have done everything I could. I have punished myself in every possible way. Why won’t you come back to me? Tell me!’ he pleaded. Ma also cried, but remained strong and determined..