“Crawford, what are you doing?” she repeated, her voice barely rising above a whisper.
The tension in the courtroom was palpable, as if everyone was collectively holding their breath. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched Judge Castellan pick up the envelope, his face inscrutable. He carefully unfolded the papers, each rustle echoing in the stillness of the room.
Lenora sat frozen, her eyes darting between me and the Judge, the color draining from her face with every passing second. Her lawyer shifted uncomfortably in his seat, the confidence that had buoyed him moments ago evaporating like mist.
