[Angelo's POV]
I carefully removed our couple picture from the vanity mirror, a tangible relic of our shared memories. The photograph captured a moment frozen in time, a snapshot of happiness that now served as a link to finding Christelle. Holding it in my hands, I contemplated the connection between this image and the cryptic messages she left behind.
As my fingers brushed the crumpled paper hidden behind the photo, anticipation coiled within me. What secrets might this weathered piece of evidence unveil? With meticulous care, I unfolded the paper, revealing its aged and browned surface, tainted by the passage of time.
To my dismay, there were no words, no decipherable message to guide me. It was a blank canvas, tinged with rust and exhibiting the wrinkles of its prolonged existence.
