The room felt heavy with silence as Heather examined the photographs on the investigator’s tablet. My heart sank at her lack of surprise. It was as if she had been expecting this moment. Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, and she leaned in, whispering words that sent a chill down my spine.
“You weren’t supposed to see that.”
It was supposed to be a calm, uneventful Saturday. A day filled with laughter and the sweet, innocent chatter of children. Instead, it felt like we were on the precipice of something far darker than I could have imagined.
