The judge nodded, turning his attention back to the papers.
Time seemed to slow, each tick of the clock echoing in the silence.
My lawyer leaned over, whispering something about next steps, but I barely heard him.
“We’ll reconvene in a month,” the judge announced, bringing the hearing to a close.
The gavel came down with a finality that resonated through the room.
I gathered my things, the weight of the day settling heavily on my shoulders.
Outside, the sky was overcast, a mirror of my mood.
I stood on the courthouse steps, the world moving around me, yet I felt suspended in time.
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