The basement was empty. Not a scrap, not a hidden compartment-nothing.
I was sure I'd find something. Some shred of evidence that would finally end this nightmare, would show them what Damon really was.
I could feel the officer's eyes on me as we entered the basement.
But it was empty—just blank walls and cold air, as hollow as the pit forming in my chest.
I wanted to scream, wanted to shake the officers and make them believe me.
But there was nothing, nothing to show, nothing to point to.
Only me, standing there in stunned silence, betraying myself with the empty space around me.
This wasn't just an empty room; it was a betrayal. I felt as if I had opened up my own soul, only to find it bare and barren.
I'd led them down here, sure I'd finally expose Damon, but there was nothing.
The officers glanced around, their faces showing confusion, maybe even a hint of annoyance for wasting their precious time.
