One document tried to erase him.
The other recorded the exact minute he arrived, alive and furious, while powerful people waited outside to claim a victory that was never theirs.
They believed I had no money, no family, and no one standing beside me.
They were almost right.
What they failed to understand was that I had paid attention.
I had preserved the truth.
And when the moment came, I did not scream or beg.
I opened the folder.
