The quietest win I’ve had this year

I filed a motion to dismiss yesterday. Not because the evidence was weak—just that the charge didn’t fit the facts, not in law, not in life. The judge said nothing, just nodded. The prosecutor didn’t argue. The client sat still, eyes down. When it was over, she looked at me like she’d forgotten what relief felt like. I didn’t say much. We stood up together. The room was empty after. I remember how the air moved when the door closed.