'I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you.'
Coming from a wealthy family was never the major flex in her life. To others, she might come off as a rich spoilt brat but the reality was far from what they perceived her to be.
In a world...
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The hallway outside the courtroom was cold. Not in temperature, but in feeling. Like the walls were too smooth. It felt less like a hallway and more like the waiting room of the mind, where truths pace, fears whisper, and every breath is a quiet cross-examination
Miyeon sat motionless in her wheelchair, her hands loosely clasped on her lap. She wore a loose, pale yellow dress, its fabric light and flowing, gently gathered at the waist to keep from tangling in the wheels of her chair. Her mother had ironed it carefully that morning, smoothing out every crease as if calming the chaos beneath.
One week since the hospital discharge. Two weeks since she’d opened her eyes to the broken, beautiful mess of people who had waited for her. Who hadn’t left her side.
But this? This was something she had to walk into, even if on a wheelchair, on her own.
Across from her stood Eunwoo, holding a slim file of documents against his chest. He looked focused, steady, like someone born to carry truth into battle. His suit was crisp, his expression unreadable, but his eyes were gentle when they fell on her.
"You don’t have to be perfect up there," he said softly, crouching a little so that he was eye-level with her, "You just have to be honest."
Miyeon blinked once, "Yeah...I can do that."
"You will do more than that," Sohee added from beside her.
She sat with one leg crossed over the other, dressed in beige slacks and a soft green blazer, but it wasn’t her outfit that stood out, it was the quiet pride in her face. Her voice was calm but full of support, "You’ve done the impossible already, Miya. You just need to add the last full stop to it."
Miyeon gave her a tiny smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
Eunwoo continued, flipping through a few last pages, "So, here’s how it’ll go. You’ll be called as the final and main witness and the victim. We're closing with you on purpose, it’s powerful. I’ll walk with you in, I’ll be right there. If you get overwhelmed or need to stop, just shift your fingers like this.", he demonstrated a small twitch of the pinky finger.
"I remember," she nodded, her voice clear, but soft.
"You’ll be asked about the threats, the history, the events of the day," he explained, "Your recording will be played, after you confirm the authenticity of it. The court already verified it wasn’t doctored, but your word ties it together."
Miyeon nodded again, slower this time. The recording. Her final conversation with Juwon. His voice, smooth and confident, admitting to crimes that spanned years. Deaths. Threats. Explosives.
