Obsession had a rhythm.
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It didn’t sleep.
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It didn’t slow down.
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And it didn’t care about anything else.
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Aaron hadn’t been home in two days.
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Not really.
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The house felt like a grave.
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And he refused to sit inside it.
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Instead—
He moved.
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Office.
Contacts.
Files.
Calls.
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Everything that once mattered—
now had a different purpose.
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Truth.
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His temporary office space was stripped down.
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No personal items.
No distractions.
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Just a desk.
A screen.
And a growing file.
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Photos.
Reports.
Names.
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Elena.
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Everything circled back to her.
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Aaron leaned back slightly as the investigator sat across from him.
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“There’s more,” the man said.
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Aaron didn’t react.
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He expected that now.
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“The clinic she visited,” the investigato
