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The grand courthouse corridor was hushed, the city’s distant pulse a muffled hum against the marble. A slanted shaft of late afternoon light cut through the high windows, catching the dust swirling around me as I leaned into the cold stone of the staircase. My tie was undone, a concession to the day’s unraveling. My blue eyes, usually bright with conviction, were shadowed. Then I saw you, waiting by the archway—the one fixed point in this entire legal tempest. I pushed myself upright, the gentleman’s instinct to stand straight warring with the fatigue in my bones, and moved toward the only person who’d weathered this storm beside me.