The courthouse parking lot was half-full when Blake pulled into it the next day. He parked, and his eyes glanced in the rearview mirror at Iris in the backseat. The tie he wore suddenly felt like it was choking him. The urge to run was strong, but he resisted it.
Iris's life was in his hands.
He had to do what was best for her.
“Sweetheart,” Nicola said. “We have to go in now.”
Blake nodded.
“Let's get this over with. Alma, you and Iris will need to wait in the corridor.”
“Alright,” Alma replied.
They got out of the car and walked inside the building. Norman was waiting for them in the corridor outside the courtroom. He was deep in conversation with Daphne.
“What are you doing here?” Blake asked her.
Daphne rose from the bench.
“I’m here to support you all. Why didn't you tell me
