Ray sat at the defense table with his lawyer.

Cheryl sat behind him with her shoulder bag in her lap, and Pete sat next to her, staring at his boots.

Megan and Kyle were two rows back.

Megan was twisting her engagement ring around her finger and stopped when she saw me looking.

Kyle cleared his throat.

“We can sit in the back,” he told her, and Megan shook her head.

The judge came in from chambers, and everyone stood.