The day has come—the day everyone has been waiting for: the trial. Every sharp-eyed observer is eager to hear what I will say and to witness the unfolding of my actions inside the court. The charged atmosphere is almost tangible; even the very air seems to pulse with expectancy.
I know without a doubt that Raisa will be called before the tribunal, and that Laura, by extension, will be there as well. I am resolved to ensure that neither she nor any of her accomplices will dare—no, will not—attempt to bring me down. Every conspiratorial whisper and every surreptitious plan shall be met with my unwavering resolve.
I can already hear the trap being set: they will corner me with skewed, suspicious questions designed to rattle my composure, hoping to force me to surrender and craft a lie. But to face such audacity—when I alone bear the unassailable truth—seems laughable.
