Part 1: The Day Trust Was Broken

bag sat on the table.

Inside were Emily’s clothes. Her pink shirt. Her denim shorts. Folded neatly.

My scream echoed through the room.

In that moment, the world went quiet. Cold. Empty.

Then a detective rushed in holding a printed image from an outdoor camera.

A man was walking beside Emily.

She wasn’t crying.

She was holding his hand.

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