My breath catches.
Even now.
Even after seeing it so many times.
“There,” Sarah says sharply. “The second vehicle. Registered to county maintenance. Logged under Mr. Reynolds’ oversight.”
All eyes turn to him.
The shift is immediate.
Palpable.
Cole steps forward.
Voice steady.
“I reviewed the original logs,” he says. “They were altered. The sheriff was on scene before the crash was reported.”
The room erupts.
Voices rising.
Shock.
Anger.
Disbelief.
The judge slams the gavel.
“Order!”
Silence crashes back down.
I can feel it.
Everything changing.
Everything breaking open.
Daniel’s composure slips.
Just a fraction.
But I see it.
“You’re out of your depth,” he says, his voice tightening as he looks at Sarah. “This is circumstantial—”
“It’s evidence,” she fires back. “And it proves my client was not driving.”
My chest tightens.
My client.
The judge turns to me.
“Ms. Bloom.”