90 Will I Get Bail?

(Winona)

I sit in the courtroom, my heart pounding as I wait for the judge to enter. The room is filled with people, their eyes on me, their whispers echoing in my ears. The weight of their judgment feels like a physical burden.

My anxiety is overwhelming. I glance around the room, seeing faces that seem familiar, faces from the media coverage, and even faces of those who might be curious about the high-profile case. It’s suffocating.

Gordon Brown sits beside me, his expression calm and focused. He’s been my rock through this nightmare, and I cling to the hope that he can get me out on bail. I need so badly to see Abby again.

The thought of her bright, innocent face keeps me grounded.

“Stay calm, Winona, and above all, be sincere. Judge Harper can see straight through bullshit.” Gordon whispers. “Don’t say anything unless she addresses you directly.”

“All rise,” the bailiff announces, and we stand as the judge enters. Judge Harper is a stern-looking woman with piercing eyes that see