65: Trial and Tribulation

Fenella’s POV Three weeks later… I sat in the long chair again with Jessy, Mike, Alan, and Laird. This time the courtroom was packed with journalists jotting notes in their notepads. Cameras were prohibited, and filming with phones was also forbidden. "You look tense," Laird asked me. "How could I not be tense? You said this prosecutor is famous," I whispered back. From a distance, I noticed the figure of an old man with a full head of silver hair. Such men were often referred to as silver foxes, with their whitened hair yet still energetic bodies. What did an experienced prosecutor like him want, anyway? Why bother with such a minor case? Laird himself didn't understand why a veteran prosecutor like that would handle such a small case. He suspected that Prosecutor Golden's presence was closely tied to Laird's father. "All rise!" The bailiff's voice rang out as Judge Brown entered the room. We all stood up, and I gently squeezed Laird's hand beside me. My heart was pounding uncontrolla