Every eye in the room shifted to me. I inhaled slowly. Then spoke.
I explained everything, clearly, chronologically and with no exaggeration. No emotion overtaking the facts.
I couldn’t count how many times I swallowed as I tried my best not to look at Wilthon’s side. Why was I being distracted with that man?
I drew a slow breath and kept my hands still on the table before I continued, forcing my voice to remain clear and measured despite the memory pressing at the edges of it.
“The incident happened yesterday at approximately 9:55 a.m.,” I resumed. “It was in the east corridor of the Academic Building, near Room 204. I was on my way to my next class, and I had less than five minutes before it started. The hallway wasn’t empty… there were a few students passing by, but no one was close
