Kira's death didn't just shock Anna and Daniel; it rippled outward, hitting everyone close to her.
When Mariam arrived at the station and heard the news, the color drained from her face instantly. Her knees buckled, and Anna had to hold her as she broke down in disbelief.
Her niece, Kira… gone in such a brutal, unexpected way.
The confirmation came soon after. The body was indeed Kira's. But the police still weren't convinced it was suicide.
The inspector spoke carefully, his tone respectful yet grim. "There are… discrepancies."
Anna lifted her head, tears blurring her vision. "Discrepancies?"
The officer nodded. "Yes. There were marks—deep ones—around her wrists and ankles. The kind that come from being tied or restrained. They're fresh. Not old scars."
Mariam covered her mouth, a silent sob escaping.
Daniel's jaw flexed, his expression darkening.
