The sun was dipping behind grey clouds as Aban drove the car. A soft breeze played with Tooba’s scarf as it fluttered against the window. For the first time in days, she was smiling.They had done it.The truth had been shared.The case was about to begin.And somehow… hope had returned.“I didn’t think she would agree,” Tooba whispered, still holding the mother’s quiet tears in her memory.Aban smiled. “Sometimes, truth is buried so deep… it only rises when someone digs with their soul.”Tooba looked at him — a strange peace filled her heart.Then, in a split second —a loud bang shattered