105_Court of Lies

Eloise’s POV

I walked into the room, my heels clicking at the marble floor as I settled into the hard wood bench, the wood cold unyielding under me. The air in the courtroom feels stale, like it’s been recycled through too many breaths of people waiting for something ugly to happen. There’s that faint, metallic smell in the air, maybe from the polished brass fixtures, maybe from nerves — and the low hum of whispers that sounds like a restless hive. Today was Jennifer's ...