“All the evidence is there, your honor,” Atlas said and I watched as the Judge scanned the documents.

I held my breath and Atlas glanced at me, our eyes locked and he reassured me with a smile.

In a moment, I felt lighter and realized — this was what trust tasted like.

It was holding on, it was waiting, it was hope clad in a three-piece suit and green eyes that softened for only me.

The Judge slammed his gavel and the soft murmurs silenced. He cleared his throat. “Given all the evidence submitted —”

“Your honor, please wait. How can they bring all these evidence when the witness said...