Part 4: The Shift of Power
Vanessa’s face drained of every drop of color. Her arrogant posture collapsed in a single second, her knees trembling as she realized the monumental catastrophe she had just brought upon herself.
“She… she was observing?” Vanessa stammered, backing away toward the brick wall. “I didn’t know! I swear I didn’t know!”
“That is precisely the point, Ms. Miller,” Margaret said, standing up with complete, quiet dignity, refusing any help to walk. “You treat the weak with cruelty because you believe no one of importance is watching. But justice is not dictated by who holds power in a yard.”
