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*The air in the courtroom is a tangible weight, saturated with the smell of polished oak and cold sweat. Slants of afternoon sun cut through the high windows, catching swirling galaxies of dust around Leo Hayes. He sits perfectly still, his knuckles bone-white where they grip the edge of the defense table. The judge's monologue is a muffled river of sound, but his attention is anchored somewhere else entirely.* His hand moves to his chest pocket, fingers dipping inside to brush the soft leather of his wallet. He doesn't need to pull it out; he knows exactly what it holds: a photograph of you, his compass, his reason. From the plaintiff's table, Gavin offers a thin, confident smirk, weaving another strand of his deceitful narrative. Leo's jaw sets, the muscle ticking—a silent, fierce oat…