Page 97 of The Silent Appeal

Have to get this hellish morning out of the way before I can read any more.

Femi

Hellish morning? But it’s Sunday.

Charlotte

Crisis Zoom with demoralized witness. Then reading prep. You?

Femi

Visiting a client in Wormwood Scrubs. Not a satisfied client, obvs.

Charlotte

Whatever. We have to nail this one.

Charlotte

Before it’s too late.

Message exchange between Fran Elroy-Jones and Isabel Beck on February 16, 2025:

3:09 p.m. Fran wrote:

What did you want?

3:10 p.m. Issy wrote:

Gasp! My texts and emails to you have gone undelivered for months—now they’re getting through!

3:11 p.m. Fran wrote:

Why did you follow me outside just now?

3:12 p.m. Issy wrote:

Just wondered if you’d like to go through your lines or have a chat.

3:13 p.m. Fran wrote:

I need to be alone. I have work emails to send.

3:13 p.m. Issy wrote:

On a Sunday?

3:14 p.m. Fran wrote:

Yes. That’s why I told you to go back inside. I didn’t mean to be rude.

3:15 p.m. Issy wrote:

You weren’t rude. You’re always lovely.

3:19 p.m. Fran wrote:

Look, I believe in forgiveness and in the power of people to change for the better. I also don’t want the play to be affected, so won’t consider renewing the restraining order—unless I have to.