The courtroom was already heavy with tension when the boy suddenly pushed up from the gallery bench.
His small body was shaking, but his voice tore through the room anyway.
“Stop! It wasn’t her!”
Every head turned.
At the center of the courtroom, the young maid froze in her black-and-white uniform, tears already on her face. She looked so frightened it seemed like even breathing hurt.
The boy pointed straight toward her, his hand trembling violently.