Meher Naqvi is twenty-nine, four years at the Lucknow bar, and she has just been handed the one case nobody wants: a young driver accused of murdering his employer, a confession signed at four in the morning, and a stolen watch found under his bed. Everyone in the court knows how it ends. The driver has no money, no family but a teenage sister, and no chance. All Meher has is a borrowed black coat, a legal aid list, and her late father's rule that a file is only lost if nobody is looking. Then a witness changes her story. A gate register has a blank where a time should be. And someone very polite would like this case to end quickly. In a courtroom where the truth is whatever can be proved, how far will one junior lawyer go to prove it?