CAMILLA POV
The drive to my mother's office was a silent one, both Archie and I lost in our own thoughts. The weight of the recent revelations pressed down on me like an anchor, each piece of the puzzle only adding to the mounting pressure. The office, frozen in time, was a testament to the life my parents had built, and the secrets they had taken to their graves.
We stepped inside, the air thick with dust and memories. I took a deep breath, the familiar scent of old books and papers enveloping me. This place had once been filled with laughter and hard work, now it felt like a mausoleum, a crypt of secrets waiting to be unearthed.
"There's nothing out of the ordinary," Archie remarked, glancing around the room. "Probably the truth has been tampered with by the murderer."
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