The chattering buzz and the sound of cameras eventually deaden as the courtroom doors begin to close. My heart is bursting through my chest. Michael passes by me holding me captive with his stare. I can feel Scott’s eyes on me as well. He stops at my table and mouths words to me that he thinks Scott can’t see. “I’m so sorry.”

Scott sees him because he stands up challenging Michael, “Fuck the hell off!”

He went to reach for him but Coach Tammy and the prosecutor struggle to hold him back.

The prosecutor is overtly pissed at Scott, and he vehemently hissed, “Sit back down!”

The clerk comes into...