Poetic Justice Now

Sarah stood up, dusted off her coat, and walked over to him. She handed him the leather book. "This is the original deed to the land," she said softly. "The tower was built on a limestone spring. My ancestors knew it was too fragile for anything heavier than a clock. That’s why I wouldn't sell. I was trying to save your money, Elias. You were the only one who insisted it was solid."

The next morning, Elias stood across the street, sipping an expensive espresso as the wrecking ball swung. Sarah sat on a nearby park bench, a small, leather-bound book in her lap. She didn’t look angry; she looked patient. Poetic Justice

Change the (e.g., a courtroom, a high school, a fantasy kingdom) Sarah stood up, dusted off her coat, and walked over to him