Nathan
Courtrooms were strange things if you ask me, and even as a judge, it was never easy, or something you get used to. For free, I would tell people how quiet and loud it sometimes was, all at once. There was a kind of pressure in the air during closing arguments like this one happening now, like everyone in the room was holding their breath but trying to act like they weren’t.
I would say that I had gotten used to that feeling a long time ago. It didn’t shake me anymore or distract me.
The prosecutor was finishing his closing argument now, standing a few feet from the jury box with one hand resting lightly on the rail, his voice sounded stable and calculated, like he was trying to penetrate their heads. “So I ask you, ladies and gentlemen, not to see this as just another civil inf
