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to rub the back of my neck, I shook my head wildly as I was escorted to the courtroom. Shackles hung from my wrists, and spending two nights in jail had done some crazy s**t to my back. I didn’t even have a shirt on; not that it mattered, but I didn’t want to go before a judge like this.
The courtroom was modest, and I glanced around the full pews in search of Hannah’s face. She sat in the back, somewhere I couldn’t easily see her, and a frown tugged at my lips.
She was alone- which meant James was still missing, and Ethan was still skulking in shame. God- we need to get it together. Staring through a tunnel at her puffy, red eyes and torn bottom lip, I clenched my hands into fists before tearing my attention off her.
The judge watched me with keen, shrewd eyes, and I
