The courtroom doors opened, but Isabella Voss did not walk through them.Hope sat in the front row, her hands gripping the edge of the wooden bench until her knuckles turned the color of bone. She was waiting for the orange jumpsuit. She was waiting for the cold, black eyes that had stared at her yesterday.Instead, Mr. Sterling stood up.The Silver Fox looked different today. His suit was still expensive, his hair still perfect, but his shoulders were slumped. He looked like a building that had been condemned."Your Honor," Sterling said. His voice lacked the oil-smooth confidence of the day before. It scratched against the silence of the room. "The defense moves to withdraw."A gasp rippled through the gallery behind Hope. She didn't turn around. She kept her eyes on the lawyer."Withdraw?" Judge Halloway asked, peering over his spectacles. "Mr. Sterling, we are in the middle of a trial. You cannot simply walk away.""We can, Your Honor," Sterling said, picking up a file. "When our
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