CHAPTER FORTY TWO
TYLA Point of View
The elder's eyes, a deep, piercing brown, locked onto ours as he spoke. "I believe you," he said, his voice low and steady. "I believe your story, and I don't believe Jonathan's lies." My eyes narrowed, my brows squeezing together in scepticism. I crossed my arms, my fingers drumming a slow rhythm on my bicep. "Why should we trust you?" I asked, with a cautious tone. The elder's face creased into a warm smile. "Because I'm willing to help you," he said. "I'll do whatever it takes to make things right. I didn't show up here so early to just talk to you. I came all the way, because I want to help." Jessica's eyes widened, her gaze darting to mine before snapping back to the elder. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The elder's smile grew wider. "I mean that I'll help you uncover the truth, and I'll do everything in my power to bring Jonathan to justice. I can not let Jonathan win this case under my watch. I do not supp
