Toby:
The courtroom was tense as the jury filed into it, their faces unreadable, their footsteps heavy with the weight of the decision they had to make. The air felt thick, as if the room was holding its breath, waiting for the inevitable.
Sophia sat beside me, her hand gripping mine tightly, her fingers cold with anxiety. Wit was on her other side. His jaw clenched, his eyes flicking nervously between the door the jury had entered through and the judge, who sat motionless at the bench. The clock on the wall seemed to tick louder with each passing second, every minute stretching out like an eternity.
"We've been through worse," I said quietly, trying to calm her nerves. My voice was low, barely above a whisper, but I meant every word. The court battle had been grueling, and we'd all fou
