The courtroom erupted into a low roar of chatter and the scraping of chairs. Liam was on his feet instantly, his body acting as a shield between me and the prying eyes of the gallery. He guided me out the side exit, his hand firm and steady on the small of my back.
The evening air outside was cool, a sharp contrast to the suffocating heat of the courtroom. As we reached the car, Paige stopped us, her expression a mix of professional pride and deep, underlying concern.
"You did amazing today, Sarah," Paige said, her voice low so only we could hear. "Martha and Elena... they did more for us today than any forensic report ever could. They gave the jury a heart. They gave them a reason to care."
I leaned against the car, the migraine finally beginning to dull into a heavy ache. "I just can'
