Paula stared at her hands; they didn’t look like hers. When did she develop old hands? She tried to force herself to listen to the judge; it was important. She checked to make sure her attorney was still there; he was. She tried to relax. It was difficult. She’d never been in a courtroom before. This one felt sterile and foreign; there was no warmth or character. It smelled new, probably part of the building the city had been doing.
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