Emma’s Feigned Ignorance
Emma stood frozen, fidgeting like a child caught red-handed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, her wide eyes feigning innocence—a performance that didn’t quite land. Her words might have seemed believable to someone else, but the evidence told a different story. Photographs and records, undeniable and damning, stood as proof of her deception. I studied her carefully, refusing to let her facade distract me. This was far from over.
Emma’s Feigned Ignorance
The Crowd’s Ominous Gaze
The room buzzed with an unfamiliar tension, a strange energy that seemed to hum in the air. All eyes were on Emma, their stares heavy and unrelenting, making her shift uncomfortably. The confidence she usually wore like armor crumbled under the weight of their silent judgment. “Is she okay?” someone whispered, their gaze following her hurried retreat. Beneath her composed exterior, cracks were beginning to form, exposing the guilt she could no longer conceal. Every fleeting glance felt like a blow, chipping away at what little remained of her fragile confidence.
The Crowd’s Ominous Gaze
