Nathan had vanished.
No statements. No posts. Not even a shadow in the courtroom. His chair stood empty, a silent confession of everything that had unraveled. The world searched, the media speculated, but Nathan chose silence.
Outside the courthouse gates, reporters clustered like vultures, their lenses aimed at the entrance like weapons ready to fire. Inside, however, the courtroom remained sealed. Quiet, composed, far from the flash of public scrutiny.
Nayla sat on the left side of the room. Her expression was calm, though it bore the weight of a storm that already knew who would drown. Beside her, Hartono stood tall, every inch of him a man who knew his battlefield and his direction. One hand rested on the desk, the other gripped a folder like it was a blade.
Across the room, Farraz
