For me, this is more than just another motion, Juniper realized, studying the way Daniel’s jaw set with determination. This is a trial of a different kind entirely.

Judge Donahue’s courtroom seemed to hold its breath as Roma entered, his presence commanding even in silence. The holiday wreaths flanking the judge’s bench only emphasized the gravity of the proceedings, their cheerful red bows incongruous against the weight of the moment.

A professional smile crossed Judge Donahue’s face as he regarded Roma. “Counsel, I see you’ve upgraded from the reindeer sweater to something more… seasonal. Looking quite like a gingerbread man in that brown suit.”