CHAPTER 41
The night stretched long and empty after Mariam left, but I didn’t move from my spot on the floor. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, hesitant yet determined. The laptop’s screen glowed faintly, casting shadows across my face, revealing the exhaustion and fire burning beneath my skin.
Every file I copied from the hard drive onto my secure flash drive felt like a shard of glass—sharp and cold. It wasn’t just data; it was proof of everything they tried to hide. Lies twisted into truths, betrayals folded neatly into smiles, secrets buried under layers of deceit. Each folder, each document, was a piece of a puzzle I was desperate to complete.
I wasn’t just fighting for myself anymore. I was fighting to reclaim my story, my identity, the very essence of who I was before they de
