“That’s why I’m here.”
And with that, she placed a battered cardboard folder — decorated with childish doodles and faded marker hearts — onto the polished defense table.
Inside it was the beginning of the end.
Chapter Two: What the School Tried to Bury
The silence that followed was not gentle; it was oppressive, thick with discomfort, the kind that makes even seasoned professionals shift in their seats, and for the first time that morning, Judge Branham leaned forward, curiosity replacing irritation.
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