Liana's POV

As we stepped out of the courtroom, the sharp sting of sunlight made me squint my eyes. The sky had cleared while we were inside, and the heat had suddenly returned. A mixture of photographers and reporters waited behind the barriers, clicking cameras, their lenses like eyes searching for cracks in our expressions. I lowered my gaze and clutched Stanley hand.

We had barely taken five steps down the courthouse stairs when reporters started pushing to get to us.

“Ms. ...