Marks in the Clay

I didn't rise to any of it.

But I clocked every word. Filed it the way Zainab had taught me to file things, not for today, for later, for the version of this conversation that might matter in February if Audrina's name came up in any context relevant to the hearing.

She stayed another twenty minutes, working through her own drills on the next court over. Every so often a comment floated across the