The silence in the courtroom felt like a tangible force pressing against us, making every heartbeat, every breath, echo in the cavernous room. The judge, an experienced woman with a stern yet fair demeanor, adjusted her glasses and looked over the documents in the folder my lawyer had provided. Eric’s smirk faltered, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. His bravado, once impenetrable, began to waver like a candle flame in a gust of wind. He didn’t know what was in that folder, and for the first time, I saw a shadow of doubt cross his face. My lawyer, a sharp-minded...
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