Holding the phone in my hands, I realized that this piece of technology might be the key to understanding the past and securing justice for Matthew. I had to be strong, not just for myself, but for Isabella, who deserved to know the truth about her father.

As I sat in my room, the once comforting walls now feeling foreign and cold, I made a silent vow. I would get to the bottom of this, no matter where it led.

Matthew deserved peace, and Isabella deserved a future untainted by the sins of her mother. I placed the phone carefully back on the bed. Tomorrow, I would begin my search for answers, and I would stop at nothing to uncover the truth behind my son’s tragic death.