❀ Amy ❀
The courthouse was exactly what I had expected it to be. Tall, cold, with its stone walls and echoing hallways. But this morning it felt heavier somehow. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the awkward weekend without Clark, despite our time spent together Saturday morning, or if it was because this was my first case. As soon as I stepped through the front doors with Karen by my side, I felt the weight of everything on my shoulders. Karen was quiet. She had dressed well for court, in a simple navy dress and a gray cardigan. She had her hair pulled back in a sleek, low ponytail. She looked composed, but I could feel the anxiety rolling off her in waves. Her hands fidgeted with the strap of her purse as we walked toward the waiting area outside courtroom three. Paul was already there
