Composure amid chaos
Witnessing the judge’s response was overwhelming, but I remained composed. I sat straight in my seat, breathing evenly, conscious of the eyes upon me.
Ethan’s unraveling was stark, but I refused to let it cloud my judgment. With each passing moment, the courtroom’s atmosphere shifted.
The judge’s focus on Ethan only intensified his visible dread, validating the importance of my decision to reveal the envelope’s contents.
I knew composure would be my strongest weapon now.