Time passed inexorably, but each minute seemed like a vise tightening around Miles, trapping him in his obsession with the truth. Every stolen moment of sleep was a battle against oblivion, a struggle not to be swallowed up by the darkness of night.
As the days passed, Miles found himself more and more isolated, his obsession with the Rosalie affair keeping him at a distance from his loved ones. The rare moments of respite had become oases in the arid desert of his investigation, moments where he could catch his breath before plunging again into the unfathomable depths of the mystery.
Yet despite his best efforts, the answers always seemed out of reach, like mirages dissipating as soon as he tried to grasp them. Every lead followed was a dead end, every clue discovered was just a decoy. And yet, he refused to give in to frustration, to let himself be overwhelmed by despair.
Because he knew that somewhere, hidden in the shadows, the truth awaited him. He could smell it, like an intoxicating perfume floating in the air, elusive but omnipresent. And he was determined to find it, whatever the cost.
As night enveloped the city in its dark mantle, Miles found himself once again in front of his computer, his eyes fixed on the screen illuminated by the pale glow of the lamp. The files piled up around him, forming mountains of paper testifying to his relentless efforts to unravel the mystery of Rosalie's death.
But as he looked through the police reports for the umpteenth time, a sentence suddenly caught his attention, like a star in the night. A simple mention, almost insignificant, but which resonated in him like a clap of thunder in the silence of the night.
He read the sentence over and over again, letting its meaning imprint itself on his mind like an indelible imprint. And suddenly everything became clear. Everything he had searched for, all the leads he had followed, converged on this precise point.
The truth was there, right under his nose, waiting to be revealed. And Miles knew he was about to make a discovery that would change everything.
Miles felt his heart racing as excitement and anticipation mixed within him. After so much time wandering through the twists and turns of the investigation, this impending revelation was like a breath of fresh air in a dark tunnel.
He set to work immediately, spending hours examining every detail, every clue, connecting the dots until the complete picture appeared before him. The pieces of the puzzle finally seemed to fit together, revealing a truth he had struggled so long to discover.
As dawn crept on the horizon, Miles felt more confident than ever. He had found the key to unlocking the mysteries of the Rosalie affair. He gathered his notes, took a deep breath, and prepared to do what he had waited so long to do: confront the truth.
He knew it wouldn't be easy. Revealing the truth could cause shocks and turmoil in the lives of those involved. But he was convinced that this was the only way for justice to be done, for Rosalie's memory to be honored.
With determination, Miles left his house and headed towards the prosecutor's office. He was ready to face what lay ahead, ready to defend the truth with every ounce of strength he had left.
Because no matter what obstacles stood in his way, Miles was determined to obtain justice for Rosalie, to ensure that her death was not in vain. And with that thought burning like fire in his heart, he moved forward into the unknown, ready to face whatever might be in store for him.