Lena's POV
The courthouse was ordinary.
That was the first thing I noticed when the car pulled up. I had built it into something in my head across the weeks of preparation, a place with weight to it, architecture that announced the significance of what happened inside. What I got was a building that looked like other buildings. Grey stone and glass.
People moving in and out with the purposeful efficiency of people who came here regularly and had stopped seeing it.
I got out of the car.
Diana was beside me immediately.
"Ready," she said. Not a question.
"Yes," I said.
"Remember what we discussed about the opening," she said, falling into step beside me. "Don't react to Voss's framing. Let it land and let it go. Your face is evidence in that room."
"I know," I said.
"And when he m
