I needed to know why. Why had Jared done this? What had driven him to such a monstrous act? His cold whisper echoed in my ears, and I knew I couldn’t rest until I confronted him, until I uncovered the truth.

I remembered the small home office Jared kept in the basement, a space he guarded jealously. It was there that I hoped to find answers. As I crept down the narrow stairs, a sense of resolve settled over me. I would not let him get away with this.

The office door creaked ominously as I pushed it open. Inside, the room was neat, almost sterile, every item meticulously arranged. But it was the locked drawer in his desk that caught my eye. Breaking it open with a letter opener was surprisingly easy, and within lay a small collection of documents.