Chapter 6

CHAPTER 006

SELENE'S POINT OF VIEW

I knew I wasn't supposed to be in that dubious office block the moment I walked in.

The smell of cheap coffee and mouldy carpet filled the hallway. Fluorescent lights buzzed above me,

like flies waiting to feast on a corpse. However, I didn't go back. I was unable to. Darian and Mia continued to feed the court lies, tearing Tahlia apart. The case was more than a custody dispute. It was war.

I rapped on the door of the therapist. Weston, Dr. According to Darian, the woman was evaluating Tahlia for the court. I sensed a problem. She was unknown in her community and not included in the official list of licensed therapists. I had to see it for myself.

The door opened with a creak. "Miss Weston?" I enquired as I entered a dim office that appeared to have been unclean for weeks. Her red-rimmed eyes and smudged eyeliner gazed up at me. "Yes?" I made an effort to smile. "I'm here to discuss one of your clients,

Tahlia Moore." She twitched her face. She remained silent for a brief moment. However, it was sufficient.

I took the folder out of my bag and placed it on her desk. I included screenshots of our email exchanges. The funds were transferred.

modified records. She didn't dispute it. Her voice was shaking as she whispered, "They said it was just paperwork."

"I was unaware that they were preparing for her to lose her child." I yelled, "You knew exactly what you were doing." My heart was pounding. I remained firm even though my hands trembled.

Tahlia had faith in me. I had no intention of giving up. "They paid me," she stated. "I required the funds. Years ago, they revoked my licence. They wouldn't hire me. There was a slight tilt to the room.

I thought about Tahlia's face and how she sobbed the night Mia accused her of having mental instability. She held her daughter's teddy bear as if it were her only remaining hope. "You fabricated therapy reports that have the potential to ruin a woman's life.

You assisted a liar in removing her child. Weston's cheeks began to well up with tears. I stopped listening to her when she tried to speak. I stormed out after grabbing my folder. As I called a contact at the press, my heart pounded in my chest. During protests at college, I met somebody named Julian.

I owed him. "Julian, I have a story that will destroy the entire courtroom.

Come see me in twenty minutes." He concurred. A gust of wind from the night hit me as I hurried outside. It buzzed on my phone. Unknown figure. "Selene," said a male voice. Be calm. chilly. "You're making things hard." I went cold. "Who is this?" "Go now. Or we'll force you to vanish."

Click. I stood there, breath catching in my throat. I curled my fingers around the phone as if it were my last remaining weapon. They were aware that I was approaching. They were observing me. This observation indicated that I was doing something correctly.

I didn't leave. Tahlia was sitting on the floor of her apartment, surrounded by stuffed animals and heaps of ripped papers. Her lips quivered, and her eyes were red. She muttered, "They filed an emergency hearing." "They wish to deem me unfit."

I knelt down next to her and gave her a strong hug. "I have evidence. actual evidence. I visited a therapist. She admitted it. We will defeat them. She gave me a startled look. "You visited that place? By yourself?" "I had to."

As her soft and trembling hands touched my face, I felt a mix of concern and tenderness. "Selene, it's possible that you sustained injuries." or worse. "I don't care," I exhaled. "My best friend is you. I will not allow them to destroy you. We sat there, encased in hope, fear, and silence.

She then gave me a kiss. Desperate, soft. Horrified. I didn't stop her. I was unable to. Everything I couldn't say aloud tasted like fire and salt on her lips. Our hands investigated the agony of being broken and attempting to mend one another, as well as the pain sewn into our skin.

"Selene", she muttered, gasping for air, "if we lose..." "We won't."

I drew her onto my lap and cradled her in my arms. Both her and my bodies shook. We briefly forgot about the war outside.

All that existed was this—this electricity, this heat, this perilous need for positive emotions.

However, the phone rang once more. blocked phone number. "Don't," I muttered. She did, however, pick it up.

Through the speaker, Mia's voice hissed. "You believe you can prevail? Tahlia, you're playing with monsters.

Furthermore, monsters devour little girls like you for breakfast. She ended the call.

The subsequent silence drowned out the threat. Tahlia was holding my hand. "We must engage in combat. even if it results in our death. "I'm not scared. No longer.

We headed to Julian's workplace. As I presented the evidence, he was already waiting, his eyes wide.

Whistling softly, he looked around. "This is extremely valuable. You are aware that publishing this could change the outcome.

However, it will also turn you into a target. "We are already." He gave a nod. "All right. Tonight, I'll run the story.

As we left his office and started down the alley, we were struck by headlights. The vehicle in question is a black SUV. No plates. tinted windows.

Tahlia let out a gasp. I pushed her behind a dumpster. Dark-suited men emerged. With a flash of cold silver, one of them held up his hand. firearm.

"Selene Moore," he said. "Give us the files." "Back off," I snarled.

"You don't know what you're getting yourself into." "Neither do you." I pressed my phone's panic button. Julian would be aware of what to do. The man frowned. "You just made a big mistake."

They took off in their car. However, he was the first to lean out of the window.

"Tick tock." We took off running. Our hearts pounded as we made our way back to the flat. With wide eyes, Tahlia fell onto the couch. "They intended to murder us." "Not if we stay ahead of them." I held her close as I pressed my lips to her forehead. "We complete this."

The news blew up the following morning. corrupt therapist. Officials were bought off. phoney mental reports.

Nothing would be the same in the courtroom. That evening, someone threw a rock through Tahlia's window. It had a note attached.

YOU WERE WARNED.

My heart froze as I gazed at the broken glass. We were more deeply involved than we initially believed. And time was running out. To what extent would Darian go in order to conceal his secrets? But what if it was too late already?