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He hadn't come home all night—now disheveled, his face covered with dark stubble. Seeing Storm's corpse, he merely frowned. Storm was the companion dog I'd adopted on my eighteenth birthday. Ethan had once said it was like me—gentle on the surface but harboring unyielding wildness within. He'd named it Storm then, hoping I could be brave and strong like it. Now it was dead before me, and he showed no reaction. After a long while, I found my voice: "I want to see the surveillance." The surveillance footage was clear.

While everyone's attention was focused on Mandy and Lenard, I seized the opportunity to lunge forward and snatch my phone from the floor. A second later, Lenard's grunts and Sarah's moans were blaring through the room. The sound of skin on skin and the filthy, vulgar words they said to each other dropped like a bomb. Immediately, everyone crowded closer to get a better look at the video. Through the gap in the door, they could only vaguely see the figures, but there was no denying that those voices belonged to Lenard and Sarah.