Hazel's POV
The morning sun streamed through the windows of Kim's law office as I finished recounting last night's nightmare.
"This changes everything, Hazel." Kim closed her notepad, her expression grim but satisfied. "The police report and photos of your injuries will significantly strengthen our case. Alistair's violent behavior undermines any sympathy play he might attempt with the judge."
I nodded, wincing as I adjusted my sleeve to cover the purple bruises circling my wrist.
"When's our next court date?" I asked.
"Three weeks from today. I'll file the restraining order this afternoon." Kim leaned forward. "How are you holding up?"
"I'll survive," I replied, forcing a smile that didn't reach my eyes. "I always do."
My phone buzzed with a text message. Sebastian.
*Don't forget our lunch today. I'll meet you at Skyline at 1:00.*
I'd completely forgotten our plans amid the chaos. Checking my watch, I realized I had just enough time to go home and make myself presentable.