Just as she was about to fully enter, she froze, her body stiffening mid-step. Her eyes locked on mine, wide with recognition—or was it disbelief?—etched deep into her face.
Her stare made me uneasy. I couldn’t place her. Who was she? And why was she looking at me like that?
The judge’s stern voice sliced through the tension in the room. “We have laws here, madam. The court will continue in the next three days. You can return then, and if the accuser still wants the case off, we’ll proceed accordingly. But at this stage, you don't have an option.”
The woman didn’t respond. Her eyes were still fixed on me, unblinking, as if she were trying to read a secret etched onto my skin.
She started approaching, slow and deliberate. My muscles tensed instinctively. My gaze locked on hers, unwillin
