C176 One Month Later; Justice in Limbo.

A month had passed since the chaos—since the gun at my temple, the screams, and Dontrell's fury. The nights were restless, haunted by the feel of his grip around my throat.

My dad was fine, serving his jail term— for now.

I thought that night would be the last chapter. But today, the courthouse buzzed with motion. Reporters crowded the windows, flashes blinding. Security was doubled