ADAN
After conducting a thorough investigation and searching relentlessly for answers, I've come up empty-handed. No solid clues, no tangible leads. Nothing. And with every dead end, I grew more certain of the truth I had pieced together on my own.
Ines sent those pictures.
I've never been more certain of anything in my life. This isn't just a guess or a hunch—it's a conviction, deeply rooted and unshakable.
With that thought solidified in my mind, I pulled into her driveway. Her favorite car was parked outside, its presence confirming she was home. Typing in the security code, I pushed open the door and stepped into her apartment.
My eyes darted around the space, scanning for her. She hadn't been answering my calls, and I had an answer for that, too—her phone was lying right there in the living room.
