A hidden photos in a locked drawer
The mansion seemed to be holding its breath, though it was wide awake. Every corner, every hallway, every polished surface hummed with a quiet tension, as if the walls themselves were aware of the secrets harbored within. Emilia stepped cautiously onto the long corridor, the floorboards beneath her bare feet cold enough to make her toes curl. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows lining the hall, casting pale, trembling shadows that stretched like unanswered questions across the walls. She had not slept. Not even a few hours. The night had passed in a haze of anxious pacing and the relentless replay of the unsigned letter in her mind.
Inquire about the missing woman with him.The words pressed into her chest like a physical weight, heavy and sharp.
