Tank
I tug at the collar of my dress shirt as I stand outside the courthouse, surrounded by friends, family, and coworkers. There's a part of me that doesn't want to be here, but there's also another part of me that knows I need to be here. I have to see justice be served. More than anything, I deserve to see justice served.
“You doing alright?" Blaze asks as she stands next to me, her hand on my arm.
Glancing down at her, I take in the dress she's wearing. Conservative, not her normal wear, and she has her hair pulled back in a pile of curls on her head. She looks nothing, if not sophisticated. Beside her my family stands, and then the guys from the Moonshine Task Force.
“I'm good," I clear my throat. “Want this over with so we can truly move forward."
“It does feel like there's a d
