After Renata turned to leave, the tension in the courthouse hallway didn’t fade, it thickened.

Renata’s heels clicked sharply against the polished floor as she walked away, her spine stiff, her chest rising and falling like she was holding back a storm. Behind her, whispers followed… low, curious, judgmental. She ignored all of it.

Domingo didn’t. He stood there for a moment, watching her retreating figure, his jaw tight, his hands curled into fists at his sides. Something had shifted ...