The imposing courthouse stood against the clear blue sky, its neoclassical facade a stark reminder of the gravity of the day's proceedings. Edwin stood at the base of the steps, his emerald eyes fixed on the entrance, anticipation and nervousness coursing through his veins.
His tailored navy suit fit him perfectly, an armor of sorts for the battle ahead. His dark hair was neatly styled, and though his face showed signs of stress, there was a glimmer of determination in his eyes. Beside him, Kimberly offered a reassuring smile, while Victoria Thornhill, his attorney, exuded an air of quiet confidence.
Marcus and Max followed closely, their presence a silent reminder of the support system he had.
As they ascended the steps, Edwin felt the weight of the evidence they carried. In her briefc
