“Just relax,” Xavier said to Cynthia, who was sitting beside him, nervously wringing her hands. “This case shouldn’t take long.”

Cynthia’s eyebrows rose almost into her hairline. “Do you think we have a chance?”

Xavier nodded. “Yes, of course. There’s no guarantee, but I’m sure the judge will rule in your favor once he hears your case.”

“I sure hope so.” She sighed as she looked around. “I hate courtrooms.”

Xavier stood, needing a moment to stretch. Truth be told, Cynthia was getting on his nerves. He had a lot on his plate with having to prepare for the case and keeping her calm. But this was something he was...