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Everyone exchanged uneasy glances. Slowly, Detective Cruz opened the folder. Inside were photographs. Police reports. Employee records. Handwritten letters. And one worn notebook. Aya immediately recognized the faded floral cover. Her breath caught. "My mother's journal..." Detective Cruz nodded. "We've restored several damaged pages." Aya carefully lifted the notebook into her hands. The paper smelled old. Fragile. Like it had been waiting years for someone to read it. She opened the first recovered page. Her mother's handwriting flowed neatly across the paper.