Maxwell's POV
The courthouse was cold.
I sat in the gallery behind the table, watching Hailey as Christina went through documents. She hadn't looked back at me once we'd arrived, we didn't speak beyond necessary words for the past days.
But I was here, right behind her. I'd stayed no matter how much she tried to shut me out.
The court officer's voice cut through the courtroom. "Court's in session. Judge Davina Rutherford presiding."
Everyone stood up. Judge Rutherford was in her fifties, sharp-eyed, no-nonsense. She settled into her seat and surveyed the room with the kind of look that said she'd seen every manipulation, every lie, every desperate play.
"Be seated."
Floyd sat across the aisle with his legal team, three lawyers in expensive suits, stacks of files, the kind of arsen
