“Look at this!” Adrian pushed the laptop toward Deviana, his eyes shining with triumph. On the screen, a row of photo files appeared, complete with technical data. “The metadata is crystal clear. The time the photos were taken doesn’t match the time they were saved. There are editing marks on the layers, and even traces of the manipulation software are still detectable.”

Deviana lowered her gaze, staring at the screen with trembling hands. “So… it really wasn’t me?”

Adrian scoffed, crossing his arms. “I told you from the beginning. You were framed. And now we have proof.”

Lila, sitting nearby, leaned forward. “Not only that. I found something odd in...