The murder daughter
Bella Point of view
I had grown closer to Sam in recent days. It was unexpected but welcome the way he opened up to me, shared his fears and burdens, and even let me see glimpses of his vulnerable side. It made my heart ache in ways I wasn't prepared for. Sam had changed, and while I was grateful for our newfound connection, it also made me anxious.
The file weighed heavily on my mind. I'd been keeping it a secret for too long, afraid of what it might reveal or how Sam might react. But now, I realized it was time. If anyone could help me piece together the truth, it was him.
The morning sunlight spilled through the window as I sat up in bed, rehearsing how I would tell him about the file. My resolve was firm. I wouldn't delay this any longer.
