Stacy’s heart raced as she hurried back to the courtroom, but it felt like an impossible task. Fear of the unknown gripped her, and people on the street stared at her strangely. Despite the fear, she kept going, her small legs moving as fast as they could. When she reached the courtroom, the door was closed, and muffled voices came from inside. She breathed heavily, listening at the door, eager to find out what was happening. Stacy had to know.