The walk down the long, high-ceilinged corridor of the courthouse felt like marching toward a firing squad, but the heavy, warm pressure of Liam’s hand against the small of my back kept my legs from buckling. Our footsteps echoed sharply against the polished terrazzo floors, a rhythmic, metallic clicking that joined the low, buzzing hum of the crowded hallway. Everywhere I looked, people in dark suits were whispering in tight circles, clutching manila folders, their eyes shifting toward us as we passed.
Paige walked a half-step ahead of us, her heels striking the stone with absolute authority. She didn't look left or right. She was a woman completely synchronized with her purpose, her leather briefcase swinging slightly at her side like a weapon.
"The courtroom is going to be packed," Pa
