KYLE
As her shadow approached the balcony, I started the engine and drove away.
Coming back to the Moonlight café in my room, I perched on the couch in the dim light and started scrolling Tessa's social media.
Her last picture was five years ago. The account was dead. Still, I scanned through her old pictures, she had a smile on all of them.
The smile she lost.
When I was a kid, my favorite game was solving mysteries and puzzles. My mother brought me new detective mysteries every weekend. Mysteries made me curious. I naturally felt drawn to them.
Tessa Vance was a mystery to me.
There were only two things I knew about her past. The first was that she'd spent five years in prison after being convicted of killing a man. She insisted it had been self-defense, but without evidence, no
