TRIXIE'S POV
"All rise for Honorable Judge Vance," the bailiff bellowed, his loud voice ringing through the cold, high-ceilinged room.
Everyone in the courtroom scrambled to their feet. I stood up tall, smoothing down the front of my white blazer, while Hunter rose slowly beside me like a dark shadow taking over the room.
Judge Vance, a strict-looking human man with thick gray hair, sat down behind his bench and adjusted his reading glasses.
He looked over the thick stack of papers in front of him, letting out a loud, heavy sigh.
"Be seated," the judge said, his voice flat and tired.
We all sat down. Across the aisle, Liam’s lawyer, a sleazy-looking guy named Mr. Miller, no relation to Sara's dad, just another overpriced suit, stood up immediately, adjusting his golden tie.
"Your
