SECRETS OF THE PAST
Emma’s breath hitched as the familiar outlines of the forest appeared.
The camera moved slowly, deliberately, stopping at a spot they all recognized instantly—the grave. Emma’s stomach twisted. She had thought the memory of that night was buried with the earth, but now it clawed its way back, raw and urgent. The light hovered over the ground, revealing dirt that had been freshly disturbed. Then, in the video, a small movement, almost imperceptible caught Emma’s eye. A finger twitched.
She screamed. Marcus stepped back, eyes wide.
“What the hell…”
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