Elara sat on the edge of the park bench, gripping her phone as if it were the only thing anchoring her to reality. Leo had called non stop but she had ignored them all. The message from Malcolm had arrived just a few minutes ago was the only thing in her mind.
“I have the full report. You’re going to want to read this in detail.”
Attached was a PDF file. The moment she opened it, her pulse surged.
She scanned the first few lines, her eyes racing across the text.
The recording had been tampered with.
Voiceprint mismatches. Audio splicing. Timestamp inconsistencies. The tone in Malcolm’s notes was unmistakable: the file was a fabrication.
Elara’s breath caught in her throat.
The report confirmed what a part of her had dared to hope but had been too afraid to believe. Someone had go
