Elena's POV

I did not realize how quickly a single sentence could overturn a life until Mrs. Song’s voice sliced through the corridor like a blade.

“What evidence?” she demanded, impatience sharpening every syllable as though she had already decided the verdict and merely needed the performance to justify it.

Silvia did not argue. She did not flinch. Instead, she lifted her phone with deliberate composure and tapped the screen, the faint glow reflecting in her eyes. When the recording ...