In the court
*Tommy* The air in the courtroom is thick with tension, a palpable weight that presses down on me. I sit on the edge of my seat, glancing nervously at Isabella as she stands before the judge, her confident demeanor a stark contrast to the turmoil swirling inside me. The prosecuting attorney, a sharp-dressed man with a cold glare, leans against the table, his expression all business. He’s ready to fight, and I can feel the stakes rising higher with every passing second. “Your Honor,” Isabella begins, her voice strong and unwavering. “We request that this case be dismissed on the grounds of self-defense. My client acted in the heat of the moment to protect a life, not to take one.” She gestures toward me, and for a fleeting moment, I wish I could vanish into the background. But I can’t hi
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