Apologies

"Well, if the state is agreeing to dismiss the case, what more needs to be said?" the judge asked.

"Well, the victims want to apologize," the prosecutor said, uncomfortable.

"What??"

Behind the prosecutor was Carrie and Cassie, both in "Black Lives Matter" shirts and jeans. Tyson watched from his table, something between a sneer and a smirk on his face.

"Well, I guess let's just get it over with." Carrie approached the microphone first.

"Mr. Campbell, when I heard you were arrested, I didn't think about the privilege that I was born with and you weren't. I didn't think of what circumstances caused you to do what you did, and why it might be justifiable. And I'm so sorry. I promise to do everything I can to help you after what has happened to you, and I promise to make it up to you with every inch of my body." The defense attorney snorted. Cassie went up to the microphone, then moved to sit back down. Carrie elbowed her.

"Don't fuck it up for me," Carrie hissed into her ear. Cassie sighed.

"Umm...sorry. I think my sister is going to make it up to you, and I should have thought before I reported you. I'm sorry."

"Okay, get this guy released. This clown show is over," the judge said, throwing up his hands.