No one spoke.
The frozen image on the screen remained unchanged.
Rain blurred the windshield.
The second car stood only a few meters behind Lily's family's vehicle.
And through the cracked, grainy footage...
One face could still be seen.
Professor William Hawthorne.
The founder of Hawthorne Hall.
The man whose portrait hung proudly in the university's entrance.
The man generations of students admired without question.
The room felt colder.
Lucas slowly stepped closer to the monitor.
"Play it again."
Margaret's hands trembled as she rewound the footage.
The tape crackled.
Static flickered.
Once again, the road appeared.
The first car.
The second car.
Then the frame froze at exactly the same moment.
Lucas narrowed his eyes.
"Wait..."
He leaned closer.
"Zoom in."
Ethan
