The verdict
*Dylan* I sit in the courtroom, my heart racing as I cling to LZ’s arm. The air feels electric, charged with anxiety and anticipation. Each tick of the clock amplifies my dread, and I glance around the room, searching for some semblance of reassurance. I feel like Tommy’s life hangs in the balance, and the weight of what he’s done for me feels like a leaden chain around my heart. “Hey, you okay?” LZ whispers, sensing my turmoil. I nod, but the truth is, I feel like I’m about to burst. It’s more than just worry for Tommy; it’s the fear of losing him forever… or at least an amount of year that will feel like forever. The thought of him being taken away from me is unbearable. I can’t let that happen. Tom and Zac sit nearby, their expressions stoic but their eyes flickering with concern. Wi
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