Day of the verdict
The courtroom was silent, save for the occasional shuffle of papers or the soft murmur of restrained breaths. Judge Gerald Patterson adjusted his glasses, his expression grave as he glanced over the gathered parties. His gavel rested on the desk before him, a symbol of the weighty decision about to be delivered.
Clearing his throat, Judge Patterson began. "After careful consideration of the evidence, testimonies, and arguments presented, this court finds itself at a difficult crossroads. This decision has not been made lightly, and I must express that while I believe there are broader implications for society, the law binds my hands."
His gaze lingered on Stephanie Riverplate, her face pale yet defiant, her hands gripping the table as if it anchored her in place. Then his eyes shifted to Alexander Blackwell, who sat with an air of unshakable composure, his black eyes unflinching and cold, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions around him.