Amy
The courtroom was tense. Reporters lined the walls, their cameras capturing every movement, every flicker of emotion. Amy sat beside Kael, her fingers intertwined with his, her heart still raw from Chad’s latest public assault. The air smelled of polished wood and law books, but it carried a heavier scent of fear and anticipation.
Evan stood at the front, beside the defense table, his eyes sharp, scanning the room. He held a stack of files, evidence carefully compiled to dismantle Chad’s lies. He had worked tirelessly, reviewing security footage, financial records, and witness statements. Tonight, all that preparation would pay off.
The judge’s gavel struck. “We will now hear the defense in the case regarding the death of Queen.”
Kael glanced at Amy. “Stay calm,” he whispered. “Tr
