fun night

SOPHIE'S POV

"Were planted," Ms. Collins interjected firmly, her gaze unwavering as she explained the evidence in detail.

Mr. Thompson scrutinized the documents, his expression unreadable. My heart sank as moments stretched into eternity, fearing he might dismiss our efforts despite the compelling evidence.

"This changes things," Mr. Thompson finally conceded, handing back the folder. "But it doesn't prove innocence."

Eva spoke up, her voice steady with conviction. "We're asking for a fair investigation. The evidence suggests someone framed Tristin. We need time to uncover the truth."

Ms. Collins leaned forward, her tone earnest. "Give us that chance, Mr. Thompson. If you proceed without considering all the facts, you risk an injustice."

Silence filled the room, tension thick in the air as Mr. Thompson deliberated. My breath caught in my throat, praying silently for a chance to prove Tristin's innocence.

"I'll review the evidence," Mr. Thompson finally relented, his tone cautious yet