“Enough,” he said quietly. “Sit down.”
But the boy resisted.
His hand rose again—pointing straight at him.
“She didn’t lock the door,” the boy said, voice shaking. “You did.”
A silence fell so deep it felt physical.
Reporters froze mid-breath. The judge didn’t move. Even the air felt heavier.
Victor’s expression stayed calm… too calm. But something inside it cracked for a fraction of a second.
Fear.
Gone almost instantly—but it was already seen.
The boy’s voice rose, breaking through everything:
“YOU DID IT, UNCLE VICTOR!”
The courtroom exploded into chaos—chairs shifting, gasps, voices rising—
But before any question could be answered…
Victor finally lost control of his face.
And in that moment—
the truth was louder than the entire room.
Then everything cut to black.
