The courthouse stood ancient and white in early autumn’s chill.Lucien marched beside Seraphina through wide marble halls—each step echoing like a drumbeat toward justice.Courtroom 27 awaited them: tall windows, rows of benches, spotlights focused on the bench.Today’s docket held Gabe Vale Jr. and Julian Cristoff, but beyond that, it held Seraphina’s mother’s death, finally being put to rest.In the gallery, Matteo, Anton, Vincenzo, and Elian settled in formation.Under crisp evening light, Seraphina bowed her head to Lucien; he brushed a gentle touch across her cheek. No words needed. They entered.Gabe had hardened since last he wore those walks. His hair was thinner, face sharper, guilt etched in the furrows by his mouth. Julian, beside him in a dark suit, looked less composed—his bravado abandoned, replaced by anxiety.The judge called the court to order. The prosecutor stepped forward, voice
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