An official summons arrived. The trial of Arturo Vega was finally, actually, going to begin. I was required to testify.
The date was set for two months away. This wasn't the pre-trial hearing; this was the real thing.
The letter felt heavier than the last one. This was it. The final act. A cold knot of dread formed in my stomach, but it was tempered with a sense of resolution. It was time to finish this.