Facing The Courtroom
Walking back toward the courtroom, I felt the fabric of my tie against my neck, a subtle reminder of the important battle awaiting me. I inhaled deeply, grounding myself in the preparation Robbie and I had done. The echo of footsteps through the hallways was rhythmic, almost ceremonial, each step building anticipation. Today wasn’t ordinary; it carried the weight of the past and the hope of a fair future.
Facing The Courtroom
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