The Puzzle Begins to Form
Deeper into the files, something clicked—the rhythm of dates and names took shape, forming a bigger picture. ‘Wait a minute,’ I murmured.
Familiarities surface, names connecting like a somber melody. ‘These are all linked,’ I noted, tracing my fingers across the pages.
Emily’s file, seemingly isolated all these years, felt part of something larger, yet what exactly was still vague.
My heart quickened; we were on the brink of a revelation now.
