Tobias
“Theo, do you still have the contact of the private investigator who was looking into Avril’s case five years ago?” I asked the moment I stepped into his apartment.
After my outburst with Mum last night, I could barely sleep. My mind wouldn’t stop spinning — maybe we missed something. Maybe we could try again. Find her. Or at least find out what really happened to her.
“Well, good morning to you too,” Theo said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
“Coffee?” he asked, already pouring himself a cup from the coffee machine.
“I’m good,” I said quickly. “So, do you still have the contact?”
“What is this even about?” he mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep. “It’s not even eight AM yet.”
“I just… I feel like we left something out.”
“No, we didn’t leave anything out,” he said firm
