"Are you really sure about this, Amari?"
My sister’s voice was firm, but there was worry in her eyes as she adjusted my niece on her hip. She played with her mother’s necklace, giggling as she wiggled in her arms.
I sighed and leaned my forehead against the steering wheel, feeling the weight of exhaustion. Ate Zeina watched me closely before gently setting her daughter in the back seat.
"I know I shouldn’t interfere, but I heard about the case," she continued, her voice lowering. "Amari, these aren’t just small-time criminals. They have power. Connections. Do you really think it’s worth the risk?"
I lifted my head and met her gaze. "Ate, I know it’s dangerous. But isn’t this exactly why I became a lawyer? To stand up for those who can’t fight back?"
Zeina sighed, shaking her head. "I
