At first, he sat beside me through day and night, combing through the case, hoping to uncover something we missed.
But time dragged on.
Three years slipped through our fingers and the case remained a riddle wrapped in shadows.
Mom had disappeared as if the earth itself had swallowed her whole.
People kept telling me, over and over again, "Let it go. Your mom’s just a heartless killer. Digging won’t change the truth."
But I couldn’t let it go.
None of it made sense.
Why would she do something like that?
She adored my brother.
She loved Dad deeply.
She was closer to Grandma than any daughter could be.
Why on earth would she kill them?
That question kept gnawing at me day after day.
It clouded my thoughts and darkened every breath.
Deep down, I felt something was off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
So, I kept watching the surveillance footage.
Again and again.
Searching for even the tiniest slip, the faintest clue.
Hoping the truth would finally crack through the silence.
Just as Dorian urged me once again to give up, a sudden flash of clarity struck while I stared at the replay.
My eyes lit up as the clouds had finally parted.