No justice
*Dylan* The courtroom feels suffocating as the anticipation hangs in the air like a storm cloud ready to burst. I can barely breathe, my heart racing as I glance at the jury returning to their seats, their faces for most part looks rather blank. It’s been days of testimonies and arguments, and I keep replaying every infuriating moment in my head. Somehow this monster jerk is getting to me personally, it’s as if his words have burrowed under my skin, festering like a wound that won’t heal. The judge’s gavel slams down, and the room falls silent. “Has the jury reached a verdict?” The judge’s voice booms, reverberating off the cold, austere walls. I can feel Tommy’s presence beside me, his warmth and the squeeze of my hand a grounding force as we both hold our breath, waiting for the ve
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