Waiting

I wrote this about the last time:

"If it's not the first news story, the jury isn't back yet," I said. We both waited - the fifth time we'd listened to those beeps together today.

"There is still no verdict in the Louise Nicholas rape trial." As the hours and days dragged on, I kept having the same conversations: "At least someone believes her," and, "I hope they stay staunch."

I remember ducking out of a meeting to catch the midday news - another woman rushed in when she heard the radio "is there a verdict?"

The waiting is almost harder this time round. Yelling "it's not a sex trial" at Sean Plunkett didn't make me feel that much better.