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.
The faint sound of running water filtered through the air. She was in the shower. That gave me time. Time to think. Time to prepare.
