Chapter 1. THE CASE
At twenty-four, I had already learned that people loved asking questions they had no business asking.
"When are you getting married?"
Are you still in school?"
"Law? That's a very difficult course.Are you sure you can handle it?"
"After all these years, you still work to become a judge?"
I usually smiled.
Sometimes I answered.
Most time, I didn't
There were things I had learned not to explain.
My name is Mira, and I was in my final year of studying Law. Becoming a judge wasn't some childhood dream I had carried around since I was six. It was something I had grown into a decision I had made after years of watching people argue about what was fair and what wasn't.
I wanted to understand the difference.
More importantly, I wanted to be good at it.
That morning, however, justice was the last thing on my mind.
I was sitting in the university library with three textbooks open in front of me, a half-finished cup of coffee beside my laptop, and absolutely no idea what I had been reading for the past twenty minutes.
“Mira.”
I didn't look up.
“Mira.”
Still nothing.
A finger tapped my forehead.
I finally raised my head.
Amara stood in front of me, staring down at me with the expression of someone who had just discovered a crime.
“You've been reading the same page since I came here.”
“I haven't.”
“You have.”
“I was thinking.”
“You were sleeping with your eyes open.”
I closed the book.
“You're disturbing me.”
“Good. You needed disturbance.”
Amara dropped into the chair opposite me and pushed a meat pie across the table.
I looked at it.
“What's this?”
“Food.”
“I can see that.”
“Then why are you asking?”
I pushed it back.
“I don't want it.”
She pushed it toward me again.
“Eat.”
“Amara—”
“Eat, Mira.”
I sighed and took it.
She smiled triumphantly.
This was why we worked.
Amara could talk enough for both of us, and I had long accepted that trying to stop her was a waste of energy.
“Anyway,” she said, lowering her voice, “I have news.”
