The ride to the courthouse was quiet. The city hummed around us, but inside the sleek black SUV, there was only the soft shuffle of papers and the occasional deep exhale. Zaire's hand rested lightly on mine, a silent anchor in the storm.
Outside the courthouse, a crowd of reporters milled near the entrance, their cameras glinting in the morning sun. Flashbulbs popped occasionally, though Zaire and I barely noticed. Victor stepped out of the car first, adjusting his tie with a calm, professional precision.
"Remember," he said quietly as we followed, "stay calm, answer only what's asked, and don't let them rattle you. You two have the facts and that's what matters."
I nodded, gripping Zaire's hand tighter. My stomach fluttered with nerves, but my resolve was unwavering.
Inside the courth
