188. The Silent TruthRoman

The room feels smaller once the footage starts playing. Not physically, but in the way tension occupies space, pressing into the walls, into the air, into the people standing too close to each other, breathing the same unease.

Roman doesn’t sit. He stands behind the table, hands braced against the back of a chair he doesn’t realize he’s gripping too tightly. The laptop screen casts a pale glow across the room, flickering over faces that are trying to remain ...