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CHAPTER 10 - THE ELEVATOR

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POV: Lisa

Lisa hated courthouses because they pretended justice had architecture.

Marble columns. Brass doors. Flags. High ceilings that made every whisper feel official. The building wanted people to believe truth entered through the front and lies waited outside on the steps.

Lisa knew better.

Lies wore tailored coats. Lies had lawyers. Lies smiled at cameras and called themselves grieving mothers.

She stood outside Courtroom 11B with Hamilton on one side and Camille on the other, holding a f
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