The courtroom was unusually quiet that morning, the kind of silence that feels heavy long before anything happens. Family members filled the benches, some clutching tissues, others staring straight ahead, unwilling to make eye contact with anyone. At the center of it all sat a teenage girl, dressed neatly, her posture calm—almost confident.
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