True to her word, Aïleen had prepared to go to the Chapterhouse first thing at sundown. Driving into the court, she wondered whether she would get help, a rebuttal, or anything. Only one way to know. Put your Faith in the Lord, and move on the best you can.
Walking out of her car, it could be seen she had chosen to wear a black top and jean denims. She tried to seem relaxed, even if she felt far from it. She was trying to defend six months of work, if not more. But this was only the first stage of it.
Once in front of the door, she knocked firmly.