The hearing [2]

Kayla stood up.

"…"

The air in the Spanish courtroom was thick with tension.

Mahogany benches lined the room, filled with spectators whispering among themselves. Nobody expected Kayla to stand up instead of Sam's lawyer, they were all surprised and caught off-guard.

The high, arched ceiling of this courtroom echoed every sound, amplifying the weight of the proceedings.

Golden light streamed through the tall windows, illuminating dust motes swirling in the air even as Kayla took a deep breath.

Her hands trembled slightly as she clutched the wooden railing, but her voice, though soft was steady. She wore a modest blue gown, the severity of its cut in stark contrast to the raw emotion flickering in her dark eyes.

"Order!"

The judge bellowed the next moment, bringing order back to the court even as he gestured for the prosecutor to continue.