The sun rose the next day, but it cast a dull light over the pack lands, matching the heaviness in my heart. I could hardly focus on breakfast, the tension palpable at the table. Kenneth, Tim, and Sarah were silent, each lost in their thoughts, and the air was thick with unspoken fears.
After we finished eating, Kenneth turned to our children. “Listen, no matter what happens today, I want you both to know that we love you very much,” he said, his voice steady yet filled with an undercurrent of emotion.
“Are we in trouble, Daddy?” Sarah asked, her big eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
“No, sweetheart,” he replied, kneeling to her level. “We’re going to fight this. We’re going to show everyone the truth.”
Tim looked from Kenneth to me, his youthful brow knitted in concern. “What if they
