~LAYLA~
Friday came finally… judgement day.
I stood in front of the mirror that morning, adjusting my blazer for the third time. My hands trembled slightly, but I forced them steady. This was it, the moment we'd been building toward for weeks.
Axel came up behind me, his reflection joining mine in the glass. "Ready?"
"As I'll ever be."
He pressed a kiss to my temple. "We've got this."
"Do we? What if something goes wrong? What if…"
"Layla." He turned me to face him, his hands on my shoulders. "We have evidence. We have witnesses. We have the truth. That's more than enough."
I nodded, taking a deep breath. "You're right. I know you're right."
"Of course I am. I'm always right."
That earned him a small laugh. "Don't push it."
We drove to the courthouse together, Axel's hand finding mine on the console. The closer we got, the tighter my chest felt, as anticipation and anxiety battled inside me.
The scene outside was chaos.
