Olivia cleared her throat softly when she noticed everyone's gaze locked on her. Their eyes held curiosity, worry, and a faint spark of hope that made her chest feel strangely heavy.
"I'll tell you everything," she said quietly.
The room fell into a deeper silence. Even Lucas finally put his phone face down.
Olivia leaned back in her chair, eyes drifting for a moment as if she was rewinding her own life.
"It started the day I confronted Mrs. Lancaster," she began. "That day, I realized just how powerless I really was."
Her lips curled bitterly at the memory.
"I shouted, I argued, I begged for justice… and she looked at me like I was an annoying fly. In her eyes, I was nothing. No matter how right I was, I couldn't do anything. That feeling... of being completely helpless... stuck with me. It crushed my pride."
She paused, fingers curling lightly on her knees.
