The local courthouse was bustling with activity as we made our way inside. To everyone else, it was just another day filled with mundane legal proceedings. To us, it was a pivotal moment. We were never in court before, which made us a bit nervous.
We followed Robert Jenkins into the courtroom, where the walls were lined with dark wood paneling, and the air smelled faintly of varnish and paper. The judge, a stern-looking woman with short, graying hair, sat behind a raised desk, her expression unreadable yet pale. To her right, the prosecutor, a man in his mid-forties with a sharp suit and sharper eyes, prepared his papers.
The prosecutor, Mr. Liu, was known to be loyal to the Tonada family, at least according to Amar's words. I could see his calculating gaze, assessing the situation. He seemed almost bored, not thinking much of this assignment. The trial didn't interest him at all, just a petty revenge of a smaller family that trades with his client.
