The people inside the hall are murmuring and as the Grants made their entrance, the air grew heavier. They are really too impossible to ignore.
My gaze flicked toward Luke as he walked in. He’s always calm, composed, looks very professional. For a moment, his eyes found mine, steady and unreadable. I forced myself to look away. Whatever happened last time was irrelevant now.
The judge entered, bringing the courtroom to silence. After the formalities of our oath, he gestured toward me.
"You may proceed, Ms. Lopez."
The sharp click of my heels echoed as I approached the witness stand. My posture was poised, my expression cool but inside, the memory of our last encounter twisted in my stomach.
Luke sat there, confident as ever. I admit, he really looks perfect in that white dress shirt
