The courtroom was wrapped in a silence so deep it felt alive. The air itself seemed heavy, pressing against the walls and sinking into every breath. Even the faint shuffle of paper echoed like a storm, as though the room itself was holding its breath.
All eyes had turned toward the witness box, where a fragile figure stood—just a boy of seven. His small hands clutched the wooden railing as though it were the only thing keeping him steady. His face was pale, drained of color, and his wide, fearful eyes darted nervously around the room, searching for a safe place to rest but finding none.
The judge leaned forward, his voice calm but carrying the weight of authority. “Do you understand why….Read Full Story Here………….
