Monday arrived faster than Mercedes had anticipated. The tension in the air was thick as she stepped out of the car with Chris and her dad. Her fingers trembled slightly as she smoothed her black dress, her nerves coiling tighter with every step toward the courthouse entrance.
Chris nudged her gently. "You good?"
Mercedes exhaled. "Yeah… just anxious."
"You got this. And you’ve got him," Chris said, nodding toward DeSean, who was already standing near the courthouse steps, talking with Gary.
Mercedes followed his gaze, and there he was—DeSean Savage, looking every bit the formidable lawyer he was. He was dressed sharply in another tailored Italian suit, his blue eyes looking dark and sharp with focus, his presence commanding.
As if sensing her gaze, DeSean turned. Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, the noise around them faded. He gave her a small, reassuring nod before turning back to Gary.
Mercedes swallowed.