Mercedes sat outside the courtroom, staring at the cloudy sky. The weight on her chest hadn’t fully lifted, but for the first time in weeks, she could breathe a little easier.
DeSean sat beside her, adjusting his cufflinks. “Tomorrow’s the final hearing,” he said, voice steady. “It all comes down to closing arguments.”
She exhaled slowly, gripping the edge of the bench. “Do you think we’ll win?”
He turned his head, studying her. “I think we have the truth on our side. And I’m going to make sure the jury sees that.”
His confidence did something to her, settled the nerves twisting in her stomach. She wasn’t alone in this.
Courtroom Showdown
The next morning, the courtroom was packed tighter than ever. Journalists, reporters, and high-profile spectators filled every available seat. The energy in the air was electric—the final day of the trial.
Jimmy walked to the jury stand first, adjusting his tie as he faced them.