_Leon’s POV_
The moment I stepped out of the house, the air felt heavier.
My chest was tight and my thoughts would not quiet down. Everything that had just happened in the living room kept replaying in my mind again and again. Talia’s tears. Her soft voice. The way she looked so fragile and innocent. And the way everyone else looked at me… like I was the one who had lost control.
I clenched my jaw as I walked toward my car.
This was wrong. All of it was wrong.
No one would believe me without proof.
I needed something solid. Something undeniable. Something that would force them to see the truth.
Because without proof… Anya would keep paying for something she never did.
I got into the car quickly and started the engine. My hands were not steady but I forced myself to focus. The only
