Ray's fingers hovered over the keyboard, the steady hum of the laptop's fan filling the silence of the room. He'd opened the files Aron had sent, at first skimming through the information. The dates, the places Esme and Cain had visited, the subtle details—none of it seemed that extraordinary. Just the usual, it seemed, pieces of a life that Ray hadn't paid attention to until now. The mundane moments that might have once seemed insignificant now weighed heavily on his shoulders.
But then he turned to the later pages. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes widened, his hand faltering over the mouse. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
