The latest case developments were broadcasting on TV. Sophia emerged from the kitchen carrying a plate of cut fruit into the living room, her movements deliberately calm and controlled."Mom, Dad, don't get upset. I cut some fruit for you."She set the plate down with practiced gentleness, her voice soft and soothing."It's been so long since everything happened. There's no need to get angry with a dead person, right?"The adoptive mother reached for Sophia's hand, squeezing it gratefully. "You're always so thoughtful, dear.""Unlike some people," the adoptive father muttered, his eyes never leaving the screen.On TV, Marcus's expression was complex as he held my diary. His hands trembled slightly."If everything written in this diary is true, then..."He paused, swallowing hard."Could she really have been innocent?"Those words hit me like lightning. Hearing them, hope stirred in my heart for the first time in years. Was there really someone willing to believe me? Someone who could s
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