Chapter Eighty-Three

Savannah

The witness stand feels higher than it should, like it's designed to make you feel exposed. The chair's hard, the microphone smells faintly metallic, and every eye in the courtroom turns toward me like I'm an exhibit.

The room smells like old wood and stale coffee, polished and pretending it isn't full of people holding their breath. The judge sits above everything like gravity, the baili