The room seemed to shrink around Silas as he stared at the photos, the evidence laid out starkly before him. His mind raced, struggling to grasp the situation, the mounting evidence, and the relentless gaze of the officer. Each photo seemed to accuse him, their silent testimony overwhelming his protests. His heart pounded in his chest as he faced the crushing weight of the accusations.
"I didn't." Silas's voice reverberated off the cold walls. His eyes were wide with shock and frustration, fixed on the photographs. His mind was a whirlwind of confusion—he distinctly remembered Maya was all right when he left the hotel. How had she ended up like this? Did someone else come in and violate her?
As he wrestled with the perplexing questions, his expression shifted from defiance to bewilderment. The officer's relentless glare and the mounting evidence made it increasingly difficult for Silas to maintain his composure.
