MAYA

I listened attentively, my heart going out to the young woman. I could see the pain and fear in her eyes, and I knew that I had to do something to help her.

I turned to Mrs. Johnson, who was standing opposite Sarah, her face set in a cold, hard expression.

"Mrs. Johnson, can you explain why you poured hot water on Sarah?" I asked, my voice firm but controlled.

Mrs. Johnson shrugged, her expression unrepentant.

"She was having an affair with my husband," she said. "She was trying to steal him away from me. I was just trying to protect my family."

I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "By...