After reviewing the CCTV footage, Alex sprinted toward the parking area. Amidst the towers of discarded cardboard and remnants of refuse, he tore through the piles in a feral frenzy, utterly blind to the dust coating his hands and his expensive tailored clothes. And then—gotcha! His fingers clamped around a rectangular object buried beneath a crumpled layer of cardboard. It was Evelyn’s phone.
Alex gripped the device tightly, as if it were the only thread of life remaining from the woman he loved. With ragged, shallow breaths, he quickly powered it on. By some stroke of luck, the screen was unsecured—as though Evelyn had intentionally left it wide open for his eyes to dissect.
Alex lunged directly into the messaging application. His heart hammered violently against his ribs, threatening
