Evelyn's POV

The courthouse was behind them now, at least till the next sitting. The murmurs, the stares, the sharp scrape of polished shoes against marble floors, the way every breath inside that room felt measured and watched—it all faded the moment Carmen shut the door and leaned her full weight against it.

“Jesus Christ,” Carmen muttered. “If I had to sit in that courtroom for one more second, I would’ve flipped a table.”

Evelyn let out a breath she didn’t know she’d ...