Two days later, we finally arrived home. The ride was silent—well, not completely, but the kind of silence where words aren’t needed, where every turn and bump on the road seemed to echo the heaviness in my chest.Sebastian drove, hands steady on the wheel, jaw tight, eyes hidden behind those black shades he never removed even indoors. Nakatingin lang ako sa kanya habang iniisip kung paano niya nagagawang maging kalmado at controlled sa kabila ng mga nangyari.But I had no time to admire him. My mind was already running ahead, racing through thoughts of Amara, the case, the evidence, the trial.“Valeria,” I said the moment we stepped inside, tone sharp but not loud enough to be alarming. “How’s the case? Kumusta?”Mula sa mga papel na nasa mesa niya ay bumaling sa akin ang buong atensyon niya saka ngumisi, barely masked her respect for the situation.“The continuation of the hearing is tomorrow, Celeste,” she said. “And it will not end tomorrow unless Amara is properly incarcerated.”
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