Lucas leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on the woman sitting across from him. He spoke in a calm but firm tone, "You need to start gathering evidence against your husband in secret. Without proof, the court can't declare anyone guilty."
The woman looked lost. "But… how do I even do that? Could you maybe tell me where to start?"
Lucas nodded slightly. "Keep track of where your husband goes, when he returns home. Save everything—footage from your phone camera, CCTV if you can manage. With that, your case will stand strong. If possible, you could even take help from a private detective. I know one I can refer you to."
But she quickly shook her head. "No… it's fine. I'll do whatever I can manage by myself."
Lucas studied her face for a moment, then leaned forward. "Listen carefully. I want to warn you—your husband is dangerous. He could kill you any day. In fact… I believe he's already tried once before."
The woman froze, her lips parting in shock. "You… you're absolutely right. But how did you—?"
Lucas cut her off gently but firmly. "Madam, just be cautious. Gather as much evidence as you can and send it to me. That's the only way I can help you."
Tears welled in her eyes, but she managed to whisper a thank you before leaving his office.
Lucas sighed, sinking into his chair, when suddenly his phone lit up on the desk. The name flashing on the screen made his entire body stiffen. His uncle.
For a second, he couldn't breathe. It had been nearly twenty years since he last heard from him. Hands trembling, Lucas picked up the phone, pushed himself up from the chair, and walked straight out to the office balcony. The city noise roared below, but his ears were ringing with something else—memories, unanswered questions, and buried fears.
He pressed the phone to his ear. For a long moment, silence stretched between them. Lucas's throat was dry, words refusing to form.
Finally, his voice cracked out, low and unsure.
"…Uncle?"
To be Continued.....