"She loved you," Aron continued. "That shine in her eyes—it wasn't a lie. Whatever answers you're looking for, don't forget that."
Ray closed his eyes, his free hand gripping the edge of the shelf for support. Aron's words hit him harder than he cared to admit, but they only fueled his need to uncover the truth. "Tell me, Aron," he said, his voice firm despite the turmoil in his chest. "What happened on that day?"
Aron hesitated, his breath audible over the line. "January 15, 2017," he said finally, his voice carrying the weight of the answer Ray had been dreading. "…was the day Esme proposed to Cain."
Hearing Aron's words, Ray continued to stare at the trophy, his eyes unwavering. The air around him felt dense, thick with the weight of his thoughts. His lips parted after a long, heavy pause, his voice low, but filled with the kind of intensity that could pierce through any uncertainty. "Aron… how do you remember all of these things with such detail?"
