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She stood. The clerk called, “All rise.”

David’s arms fell to his sides. He looked at Carla—really looked at her—for the first time since they’d walked in. Her eyes were dry. That was worse than tears. judge judy 19

“Your Honor,” Carla began, voice tight, “David and I restored that car over three summers. After my husband died, it was… it was him. The rumble of the engine, the smell of the vinyl. David was my best friend. He asked to borrow it for a weekend. Said he wanted to take his nephew to a car show. I handed him the keys without a second thought.” She stood