Elena did not plan to speak either.She had believed Lillian’s testimony would be enough. Clear. Grounded. Unassailable. What more could be added without repeating what had already been laid bare.But as the hearing resumed, as the chamber shifted from analysis back into procedure, Elena felt the familiar tightening in her chest. Not panic. Not fear.Pressure.The pressure of knowing that silence, now, would be a choice.She leaned forward in her chair and quietly addressed the aide stationed near the door. The request moved swiftly. When the chair received it, she did not look surprised.“Ms. Whitmore,” the chair said moments later, “you may approach.”
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