BRAYDON’S POV
The gavel comes down and most people in the room exhale.
“All rise.”
I stand, a second slower than the rest, my body stiff from sitting too long, and from thinking too much.
The second the door shuts behind the Judge, I sit back in my seat, rolling my stiff shoulders.
The proceedings dragged on longer than expected with both lawyers trading arguments, the judge asking clarifying questions, and my old man’s defense team trying every angle they had.
Now that it’s finally over, the verdict on bail is exactly what my lawyer had been predicting since last week: denied.
My old man isn’t going anywhere. He’ll be sleeping in a cell tonight and tomorrow night. And the one after that.
I should be on top of the world right now but for some reason, I don’t feel the rush of sa
