The courthouse was hushed the next morning. Rain streaked the windows, softening the skyline. Mira sat on the wooden bench outside the courtroom with her hands clasped so tightly they ached. Adrian paced in front of her, phone silent in his palm.

When the bailiff opened the doors, they filed back inside. The judge took her seat, glasses perched on the end of her nose. She shuffled the papers in front of her and began to read.