Leah’s heart visibly skipped—anyone close enough could see it in the way her shoulders tensed. “What does he know, sweetheart?”
Norah’s eyes lifted for the first time. They moved slowly across the courtroom and landed on the defense table. Darren Kessler sat there in a tailored navy suit, hands folded, expression carefully neutral. He met her gaze without blinking.
Norah didn’t point. She didn’t cry. She simply leaned back toward Atlas and said, more clearly this time, “He’s the loud one.”
The words hit harder than a shout.
Martin Halpern jumped to his feet. “Objection! Leading and prejudicial.”
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