The morning sun streamed through my office window, casting a warm glow over the small space. I sat at my desk, clutching a cup of lukewarm coffee as I reread the trial notes. Today was the day, the day of the trial. The responsibility weighed heavily on my shoulders, a constant presence in the back of my mind.
Despite our meticulous preparations, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. The evidence we'd gathered on Bryan's violent history had seemed solid, but his lawyer refuted our evidence so easily it made it seem like a joke. Proving that Bryan had violent tendencies was our best chance at making the judge see him as the abuser he was. I needed to reevaluate our plan.
A knock on my office door got me out of my thoughts. Claudia made her way into my office. The black b
