We Win

Chris’s POV

The air in the courtroom crackled with tension as my words hung in the air, echoing off the walls like a thunderclap. All eyes turned to my father, who sat frozen in his seat, his face drained of color as he stared back at me in disbelief.

For a moment, the room was silent, the weight of my accusation lingering in the air. Then, chaos erupted as the gallery erupted into a frenzy of murmurs and whispers, the sound swelling to a deafening roar.

My father’s lawyer sputtered with indignation as he protested my accusation. “You honor, this is preposterous!” He exclaimed, his voice tinged with desperation. “Mr. Kingston is being falsely accused by his own son! This is an outrage!”

But the judge’s gavel pounded against the wooden desk, cutting through the noise like a knife. “Order in the court!” He thundered, his voice booming across the room. “You will have your chance to respond to these allegations in due time. For now, I suggest you remain seated and allow the witness to