*Dylan*
The moment we step out of the courthouse, a wave of warmth washes over me. The sun shines brighter than it has in days, and I can’t help but smile as I hold Tommy’s hand tightly, our fingers interlaced like they were always meant to be. The world feels alive again, bursting with possibilities, and I can hardly contain my excitement as we head back to the clubhouse.
LZ walks beside us, a broad grin plastered on his face. “I can’t believe you did that, Isa,” he says, shaking his head in disbelief. “You were incredible in there.”
“I just did my job,” She grins. “Dylan gave a convincing testimony too.”
“I couldn’t sit back and let them paint Tommy as the bad guy,” I reply, my heart still racing from the adrenaline. “He saved my life!”
Tommy squeezes my hand, and I glance up at him
