(Sabrina’s POV)
The courthouse steps feel endless as we descend into the afternoon sunlight. My legs are shaking so badly I have to grip the railing to keep from stumbling.
"Easy." Sophia's arm loops through mine, steadying me. "You okay?"
"I don't know." The words come out breathless. “It’s surreal. The fact that I actually won.”
Richard walks ahead of us, already on his phone coordinating the property transfer paperwork. Behind us, I can still hear Dustin's voice echoing through the courthouse doors, shouting something about appeals and injustice.
"Come on." Sophia guides me toward the parking lot. "Let's get you out of here before he decides to make a scene."
The drive to the Budget Inn is quiet. Sophia doesn't push for conversation, and I'm grateful. My mind is still spinning, tr
