d to the oppressive atmosphere. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic, a constant reminder of the clinical environment. As they sat at a metal table, they were presented with the death certificate. The document, filled with medica

t. Exchanging a brief, questioning look with Alaric, she answered. The voice on the other end informed her that they had apprehended the driver responsible for the hit and run that had taken Orla's life. The officer's tone was formal, yet there was an

hey approached the courtroom, each step amplifying their anxiety. They were eager, yet apprehensive, to face their child's killer. To their astonishment, the accused was a high profile politician-a deputy prime minister known for his charismatic public personal and philanthropic endeavors. The revelation w

ere cooperative, offering their condolences and assistance, while others were hesitant, citing privacy concerns. When he finally obtained some footage, his heart sank. The relevant segments were either missing or corrupted. Undeterred, he turned his attention to the vehicle's black box, hoping it might hold crucial data. However, upon examination, he discovered that it had been meticulously wiped clean. The le

ipation and unease. Liora was summoned to the witness stand, a solitary chair that suddenly felt overwhelmingly intimidating. The weight of countless eyes upon her intensified her anxiety. Following the testimony of the doctor-a

roached. His tone was courteous, yet there was an undercurrent of challenge. "Mrs. Liora," h

, "Yes, but my husband called to inform me that ou

rds. "I see. Upon arriving the airport, did

, her mind replaying

htly. "Upon reaching your resid

events were a blur, emotions clouding her recollection. "I... I can't recall. M

this: the defendant, the deputy prime minister, did not abandon the child. On the contrary, he attempted to ta

had shifted the narrative, painting the accused as

impassively. The weight of the case bore heavily upon hi

court found the deputy p

d a high pitched ringing filled her ears. The courtroom seemed to close in around her as she struggled t

ppressed fury. Liora, unable to contain the overwhelming surge o

cuffs as if the trial had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience. His expressi

ders like an unbearable burden. Was this how t