Blanche's POV
I stood beside Amara and felt her body shaking.
Reliving that night's horror was like tearing open a fresh wound and pouring salt directly into it.
Noelle had worked as an attorney long enough to handle complex cases and deal with all kinds of clients.
His expression showed sympathy for what Amara had endured, though the damage was already done—nothing could undo the past now.
After listening carefully to Amara's account, Noelle said gently, "You need to file a police report. I'll accompany you as your legal counsel through the entire process."
Amara gave a small nod. "Alright."
Kingsley and I had been staying close to her for days, making sure she was never alone.
Amara seemed to be telling herself to stay strong, refusing to let Kingsley and me—the people who genuinely cared about her—continue worrying.
She gathered her resolve and decided to contact the authorities.
After Noelle finished talking, she pulled out her phone and turned it on.
