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Curled up on the couch with a blanket pulled up to her waist, Melissa watched the news with a tight frown. “It’s starting,” she said. “Hurry up.”
Harry planted a chair on the carpeted floor and sat down with his hands clasped in his lap, his eyes fixed on the screen.
The sheet of SmartGlass bolted to their wall lit up with the image of a news anchor who stood on the courthouse steps with a microphone in hand. He was a Black man with a thick mustache and thinning hair. “The world holds its breath today,” he said. “Waiting in anticipation of what some are calling the trial of the century.”
A graphic of Cassi appeared over his right shoulder. It was the photo from her Justice Keeper ID. “Cassiara Seyrus,” he said. “The Justice Keeper who took tried to kill a man to prevent him from beco
