Judge Davis sat high behind the raised wooden bench, adjusting his wire reading glasses.

Carl Gable stood at the center podium, presenting the thick stack of folders we had built over the last ten weeks.

Eleanor sat perfectly still on my right, her hands folded tightly over her purse.

Mark sat at the opposite table beside a court-appointed duty lawyer he had met ten minutes earlier in the lobby.

Emma was waiting down the hall in the clerk’s office with Brenda Potts.

“The evidence presented here is substantial and deeply troubling,” Judge Davis said.