She didn’t look like a lawyer.

She carried a tablet in her hand, her face pale.

She bypassed the gallery and walked straight to Grant’s table.

She leaned down, whispering something into the ear of Grant’s lead attorney.

The attorney’s confident smile vanished.

He listened to her, his brow furrowing deeper with every second.

He grabbed the tablet from her hand.

Grant leaned over, trying to see the screen.

Evelyn frowned, watching them.

Across the aisle, Nathan’s phone on the table lit up with a new notification.

The screen flashed once, displaying an incoming call from an unknown number.

Then, another notification popped up right beneath it.

It was an urgent email from Nathan’s public relations director.

The subject line was in all capital letters.

I looked at the screen, my heart stopping as I read the words.

Nathan reached out to grab the phone, his face hardening as he read the notification.

The courtroom was suddenly dead silent.

The door behind the judge’s bench began to open.

“All rise,” the bailiff announced.

But nobody was looking at the judge.