His eyes widened. Time froze.
Karen.
She was being escorted in, head low, shoulders straight, face unreadable.
John couldn't move.
What... what am I seeing?
Is my mind playing tricks on me? Isn't she a prisoner like me? Or
But then King Eglon's voice sliced through the air like a blade.
"Come over here, my dear," he said, eyes gleaming with triumph.
But Karen didn't move.
She stood frozen, her feet glued to the floor as if rooted by guilt. She could feel John's eyes burning into her, full of confusion, betrayal... and hurt.
Her heart pounded. This wasn't supposed to happen.
King Eglon had promised. He said no one would ever know. He said he would cover it all up, release them the next day, cancel the death sentence, pretend none of this had happened.
So why was he exposing her now?
Why now?
