"Why shouldn't I be here?" I shot back. My gaze swept over Evelyn and Lucia before settling briefly on Harvey, whose face had paled even more from the tension.
The journalists exchanged knowing glances, their eyes lighting up at the rising drama unfolding before them. A balding reporter pushed his way forward, his notebook and pen ready, his cameraman adjusting the focus.
"Excuse me," the reporter asked with practiced politeness, though his eager tone betrayed his excitement. "Are you his wife?"
I met his gaze directly, standing tall under the weight of all the cameras and judgment surrounding me. My voice was calm, steady and deliberate.
"Yes. I am."
The reporter's brow lifted slightly, his curiosity sharpened. "Then tell us—why didn't you save your husband? Do you have anything to say about these accusations?"
I tilted my head slightly, my eyes locking onto the nearest camera lens. The red light blinked, waiting for my words.
"Will you report the truth?"
