Judge Donahue raised an eyebrow, his gaze moving between them. Through the tall windows behind him, snow continued to fall, each flake catching the light like nature’s own verdict. “I tend to agree. Mr. Roma, please confine your arguments to the motion at hand.”

Roma inclined his head in acquiescence, but his eyes found Juniper’s with uncomfortable precision. “Of course, Your Honor. I simply wanted to ensure we’re all operating in good faith here.” His gaze flickered to Daniel. “Professional boundaries being what they are.”

Juniper felt rather than saw Daniel shift behind her, his presence both comfort and complication. Sophia, watching from the gallery, noted how Juniper unconsciously leaned back toward him, seeking stability even as she maintained her professional stance.