He leaned forward, his expression grim.

“I believe there is probable cause to investigate charges of bank fraud, forgery, and uttering a forged instrument.”

A low murmur broke out in the gallery.

“Additionally,” the judge said, “I am referring Mr. Pike’s testimony to the District Attorney for potential perjury charges.”

He brought the gavel down with a sharp, echoing crack.

“Court is adjourned.”

The judge stood up, his black robes billowing behind him as he exited through the side door.

The bailiff stepped forward, moving toward our table.

“All rise,” the bailiff said, though the judge was already gone.

I remained at my podium, my hands still gripping the wood.

The tension in my chest slowly began to ease, replaced by a quiet, steady warmth.

I turned around to face my family.

Kelsey was standing up, her hands trembling as she grabbed her designer purse from the table.

“Kelsey, let’s go,” Trevor said, his voice tight as he reached for her arm.

“Don’t touch me,” Kelsey whispered.

Her voice was sharp enough to cut.

She pulled her arm away from him with a jerk.