The headline showed a picture of Vanessa Hale and Grant, with the word *BREAKING* in red letters.

The text below it began to scroll.

My hand started to tremble again as I read the first sentence.

“Nathan,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

Nathan looked over my shoulder at the screen.

The screen lit up with a second notification, this one from an encrypted messaging app.

It was a message from an unknown sender, containing only an address and a time.

“What is that?” I asked, looking up at Nathan.

His face went completely still, the color leaving his cheeks.

Nathan read the words on my screen twice.

“That is the private office of Judge Vance,” he said.

His voice was steady, but I could see the muscle in his jaw tighten.

“The courthouse closes in thirty minutes,” I said.

My heart hammered against my ribs as I looked down at Rosie.

She was already asleep, her breathing soft and even against my shoulder.

“We go now,” Nathan said.

He signaled to his driver, Marcus, who was already waiting by the front of the SUV.