The moment Clara saw the photograph, her entire body went cold.
The cabin,Henry's cabin.There was no doubt about it.
Even though she had never visited the place herself, she immediately recognized it from Ethan's descriptions.
The small wooden structure,the narrow porch,the trees surrounding it and most importantly… The figure standing among those trees.
Watching,waiting. The message beneath the photograph seemed to burn into her mind.
Too late. Alexander was already dialing Ethan's number before she could speak.
The call rang once,twice,three times but no answer. Clara's heartbeat quickened. "Try again."
Alexander immediately redialed. The phone continued ringing but no answer. A third attempt,still nothing.
The room felt suffocating. "Maybe he left his phone somewhere," Clara sai
