SELENE’s POV
One page…That was all it contained.
I stood at the dining counter with the folder open in my hands, the city lights glowing distantly behind me through the balcony glass. My wine sat forgotten on the counter beside me, untouched.
The document looked official at first glance. A scanned copy, slightly faded at the edges like it had been handled many times before reaching me. At the top, a private investigative firm’s letterhead, no address, no contact number. Just a case reference stamped in red ink.
CASE REF: BRX-2209 — WESTBRIDGE COASTAL INCIDENT.
My fingers tightened slightly against the paper. That was the official name the authorities gave the accident. Westbridge Coastal Incident. As though a grown woman disappearing into a violent ocean deserved that objective.
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