That day, Kyle was feeling exhausted from reviewing files. His head was spinning, and his chest felt heavy. He stood up and walked over to the window, rubbing his sore, tired shoulders, hoping to relax. Just then, Zoe called. Before Kyle could say anything, Zoe, sounding frantic, blurted out, "Kyle, Benson and Sally got into a fight!"
At the Ludwig residence, Sally's growing unease was finally confirmed. She was holding a pair of tortoiseshell hairpins in her hand—she had found them earlier while cleaning under Benson's pillow. The hairpins weren't hers. She didn't own this color.
First, it had been a blurry photo of a girl hidden under the pillow. Now, these hairpins...
"Benson." Sally's voice trembled as she held back tears, her eyes brimming with moisture. "Tell me, whose are these?"
