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Diya followed behind, holding onto Zion. “Zera,” she called. She halted but didn’t turn to her. “Good morning,” she added. “Good morning, Betty.” She replied. Aaron led her into the courtroom, and they were still a few minutes before the judge would begin. Lionel and Sesi were already in the court, seated in the front seat. Behind him were Daniel and Ivory, Sesi’s friend from the UK. The two would be the witnesses to the wedding signatories. Lionel smiled when he saw her, and she returned his smile before taking her seat at the back.

"They're ready for you." The courtroom was smaller than I'd expected for a closed hearing. No press, no public gallery. Just the judge, the prosecution, the defense, Morrison at the defendant's table, and us. I walked to the witness stand, raised my right hand, and swore to tell the truth. The prosecutor—a woman in her fifties, sharp-eyed and professional—approached. "Please state your name for the record." I paused. Which name? The bailiff had been instructed. "The witness's identity is protected. She may use her legal name."

It was good that she flunked out of testifying. Our attorney stood and spoke again "may I call a witness to the stand your honor." "You may attorney." The judge replied. "I call on my first witness, Louis Okafor to the stand." He said and Louis stood but before then he leaned forward and said "For the culture" before stand up straight and buttoning up his blazer. I wanted to smack him upside the head. "Louis is crazy" Aminu whispered. "Old news" I said and got startled when the judge started hitting his hammer signaling the start of a testimony.

When the attorney made his final move by asking her why anyone should believe a word she said given that she had spent months living as someone else, she looked at him with the calmest expression I had ever seen from someone on a witness stand. "Everything I've said can be checked," she said. "Everything I gave to the court can be verified. I don't need you to believe me. The documents are there to verify my story." The courtroom erupted. The judge called for order three times before the noise reduced. Trent's attorney was still on his feet, talking, but nobody was listening to him. The reporters in the gallery were all typing or scribbling. Two of them had their phones out until a court off

Two seconds of silence. Voss stood immediately. "Objection, Your Honor, counsel is testifying…." "Overruled," Judge Okafor said. "It's an opening statement, Mr. Voss." He sat down. Diana did not look at him. The first witnesses were medical. Dr. Adaeze took the stand and delivered her testimony with the precise warmth that was simply who she was, the pregnancy, the early birth, Ethan's current development, all of it presented clearly and completely.

Bill sits beside me, his hand resting on mine in silent support. Doris's lawyer, Mr. Hansen, is a tall man with sharp features and an aggressive demeanor. He stands and calls my name. "Serena Nixon, please take the stand." I rise, my legs feeling unsteady as I walk to the witness stand. I can feel the weight of everyone's eyes on me. After being sworn in, I take a seat, trying to steady my nerves. Mr. Hansen wastes no time. "Mrs. Nixon, you claim that Doris Knight attempted to harm you and your unborn child. Can you describe the events of that day in detail?"

She turns her head toward Attorney Browning, “Does the plaintiff’s lawyer have something to say on the behalf of her client?” “Yes your Honor. I would like to request for a little more time to wait for our eye witness to arrive. The eye witness holds the evidence to strengthen our complaint against the defendant.” Attorney My hands are now crazy clammy as Attorney Browning sits back on her chair next to me as she shoots her widened eyes and whispers, “Where the hell is Calvin?” “I don’t know.” I responded nervously, almost like I want the ground to eat me whole. “What?” She grits. as her eyes stared at me angrily “What do you mean you do not know?”

"Your honor, this seems highly unorthodox." "With all due respect, you were Mr. Preston's attorney for his dissolution and for the restraining order hearing as well. Therefore, what I need to address with you and your client is relevant and needs to be addressed immediately. Also, I believe I covered this with Mrs. Preston, but this is my courtroom and I will handle this case by the law, but in my way, do you understand me?" "Yes, your Honor." "Mr. Preston, please make your way to the witness stand," he said, waving his hand to the stand. "Bailiff, please swear in Mr. Preston."

“That’s my job. Alright, now I’ll do the talking, you just sit and listen, good?” “We are good.” He nodded, and I searched for my professional voice before stepping in. “Mrs. Puckett, Mr. Hilton.” I gave a little acknowledgement as I walked over to my seat. My witness was already waiting for me, and I figured Theo didn’t have a witness with him. “Oh, we don’t need a witness. My client just wants to get over with this,” Theo said, noticing my gaze. “My client wants the same too,” I said before taking my seat. It seemed my witness was far ahead of me, as she had already placed the case file in front of me.

"We're talking about putting the biggest drug dealer in the known world behind bars. I will do nothing to jeopardize that.I haven't even met your witness. “The agent is your ticket to conviction. If you can't see that, maybe the US Attorney can. That set her temper on fire. She didn't want Dean to get upset about it. He had enough to do at the moment. “Don't even go there because I promise you won't like the results. Dean doesn't like it when his people get angry.He will support me and take you out. The bottom line is this: we will not put a witness on the stand that we cannot meet before the trial. Either give me a meeting with your agent, or this discussion is over.