The dim light in the abandoned house cast an air of secrecy over our conversation. I couldn't shake the gravity of the situation as Christelle's uncle, Nelson, revealed glimpses of the shadows that had haunted her. Every word he spoke pulled me deeper into a narrative that was as elusive as it was unsettling.
"I've known Christelle's struggles for a while now," Nelson began, his eyes reflecting both concern and a sense of responsibility. "She's been trying to shield you from the danger that's been following her."
My mind reeled with questions, but I sensed the fragility of the situation. "Danger? What kind of danger?" I pressed, a mix of worry and determination lacing my words.
Nelson sighed, the weight of the unspoken burdens etched on his face. "There are people from her past, Angelo.
