ISABELLA
I still couldn't get the fact that Lorenzo had just spoken out his mind and then left without looking back.
Frustrated, my eyes gassed at the file that had been sitting in my briefcase for days untouched, forgotten, until now. Its corners were bent and frayed like it had aged overnight.
I pulled it out slowly, my fingers trembling as they brushed against the worn cover. There was a heaviness in my chest like the air itself had turned to lead.
I opened the file.
Each page felt like a slap to the face. Words blurred into scenes of violence, betrayal, and secrets too dangerous to speak aloud. I stared at the images of grainy photos taken in secret, each one capturing moments I could never unsee.
One picture in particular held me still, a candid shot that wasn't just of faces, but of something darker.
