I trusted my solicitor until he sexually assaulted me in a courtroom, then I learned true extent of his hideous past

STOOD in her prison-issued grey tracksuit, Becky Humphrey had never felt more vulnerable in her life. It should have been a relief and comfort when she met with her solicitor Alan Harris but instead it was the start of her nightmare. Rather than being the figure of trust that Becky sorely needed, Harris used his...