Day of the hearing

With a tightness in my chest, I force one foot in front of the other, my legs barely cooperating. I have to stop for a moment to catch my breath, but Matteo offers his arm just in time. I grip it tightly and steady myself as we step into the courtroom, where the Lefebvres are already waiting.

For a fleeting moment, Oliver’s eyes meet mine. He gives me a subtle nod, a silent message that today—finally—everything will come to light. That he’s ready to speak the truth ...