Outside the courthouse, the air felt different.
Lighter.
Like something heavy had finally been lifted from Daniel’s chest.
He stood there for a moment, just outside the steps, watching people come and go—lawyers rushing past, families talking quietly, the distant hum of traffic blending into the background.
Then he turned to his lawyer.
Without saying anything at first, he reached out and shook his hand firmly.
“Thank you,” Daniel said, his voice sincere. “For everything.”
His lawyer gave a small, professional smile.
“This is what I do, Mr. Williams,” he replied. “But I’m glad we were able to secure the outcome you needed.”
Daniel nodded, though his mind was still processing everything that had just happened inside that courtroom.
After a brief pause, he asked the question that h
