The Impossible Gun

Valerie's POV

One week later.

The courtroom was cold again. Not the kind you feel on your skin, but the one that settles in your bones. In your chest. Everything felt stiff. Unmoving. Like the decision was already made, and we were just here to dress it up with formality.

I sat there. Quiet.

Joan stood at her desk, her posture firm. She was holding the file. The one that came out of nowhere, left