Juror

Juror © 2022 Victor Cabana She was the 54th. All eyes flicked up and locked on her, transfixed, as she eased through the swinging doors. Every whispered, polite conversation between strangers fell silent mid-sentence, all cellphones suddenly became uninteresting, and the air thinned as the unison, awed inhalation intensified the utter silence. Flat-out gorgeous. As …