ELENA'S POV "These are all documents from the night my father died."Adrian's voice shaking, the hands trembling as pulled out a battered cardboard box from a locked file cabinet. It was an old box, worn, corners bent and tape yellowed with age. Box that held memories. Held pain. Held truth buried for years. Set it on the desk between us. Dust rising. Past coming alive. Secrets emerging from darkness were hidden. Where been protected. We've been waiting for a moment like this. Moment when finally ready to face them. Finally strong enough to examine them. Finally desperate enough to use them.Witness statements. Duty logs. Official investigation report. All spread across the desk. Paper everywhere. Words everywhere. Lies everywhere probably. Truth hidden somewhere in the mess. Somewhere in chaos of documents and testimonies and official stamps. I had to find it. I had to dig it out. I had to expose what really happened that night that changed everything. Night that destroyed Adrian's
Last Updated : 2025-10-28
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