Ella
The early morning mist hung low in the air as I approached the courthouse. Its grand stone steps and impressive facade were familiar to me now, having spent countless hours within its halls.
However, today was different. Today, the weight of the impending trial pressed heavily upon me, making each step feel just a bit heavier.
It had been a month since Logan told me about his second case. A month of hard work, of stone walls and questionable morals. No matter how much I tried to convince him to reconsider his stance on the case, he wouldn’t budge.
And eventually, I gave up.
Before I reached the grand entrance, a figure leaning against one of the building’s pillars caught my eye. Logan.
Even from a distance, the tailored fit of his suit accentuated his stature
