The Declaration – Part III

Femi

Shock froze me in place. Elena was alive. Standing before the court, defying everything I believed. My chest tightened as realization struck. I forced a breath, attempting composure, a nervous relief that maybe she’d suffered memory loss—or maybe she wasn’t sure who I was.

I managed a strained smile. Perhaps she has amnesia... I told myself. It must be.

Before I could muster words, she stepped forward. Her expression was cold and unwavering. Any hope ...