“Excuse me,” she said abruptly. “We will take a brief recess.”
The room murmured. My attorney blinked, confused. I just stood there, unsure whether I had said something wrong or not enough.
A bailiff approached, gesturing for me to follow. Instead of leading me to a holding area, he guided me down a quieter hallway and into the judge’s chambers. Ethan followed, his confusion now fully visible.
Judge Whitmore entered a moment later, closing the door behind her. She didn’t sit immediately. Instead, she walked to a cabinet, unlocked it, and pulled out a thin folder along with a photograph.
She set the photo on the desk between us.
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