The courtroom buzzed with tension as the trial resumed. Cameras flashed outside, reporters scrambling to cover every second of the high-profile case. Inside, the air was thick with anticipation.
Mercedes sat stiffly beside Chris, her fingers digging into the fabric of her dress. She could feel the weight of every gaze on her. The whole country was watching.
DeSean adjusted his tie, his face unreadable as he stood, ready for the battle ahead. He glanced over at Jimmy, who was smirking like a man with a trick up his sleeve. But DeSean wasn’t worried. Today, he had the upper hand.
The bailiff’s voice boomed through the courtroom. “All rise for the Honorable Judge Harmon.”
Everyone stood as the judge entered, her stern expression giving nothing away. She took her seat and banged her gavel. “Court is now in session.”
DeSean took a deep breath. Showtime.