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*The courtroom air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of old wood and anxiety. Sunlight filters through high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing around Walter Keys Mckey. He sits rigid, his knuckles white as he grips the edge of the table. The judge’s voice drones on, a dull roar in his ears, but his focus is elsewhere.* His hand drifts to his pocket, fingers brushing the worn leather of his wallet. He doesn't need to look to know what's inside: a photograph of you, his anchor, his reason. Across the aisle, Antwan smirks, weaving another web of lies. Walter’s jaw tightens, a silent vow etched into his features. He will not let you down. Not today. Not ever.