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She didn’t bring a weapon. Her hands were empty, but her intent was unmistakable. She lunged toward him with a cry that didn’t sound human, a sound pulled from somewhere beyond language. Deputies caught her mid-stride, dragging her back as she fought, begging to be let go, begging for a justice the system could never give. The courtroom dissolved into chaos: jurors shaken, the accused pale, the judge stunned into silence. In that instant, her outburst said what every broken heart in that room already knew: there are wounds no verdict can reach.
