Richard
Sitting by my grandmother's bedside in the quiet of the hospital room, a sense of calm enveloped the space. The medication had finally taken effect, granting her a peaceful slumber.
Casper was seated beside me, lost in his phone until something seemed to catch his attention.
As he pulled me aside, his expression was one of concern. I probed gently, asking what was amiss, but he hesitated, clearly reluctant to speak openly. Handing me his phone, he showed me a series of pictures that left my heart pounding with dread.
The first image captured Raven in a warm embrace with Jane, a seemingly innocent moment frozen in time. However, the next photo revealed a scene that sent a chill down my spine. It was Jane and Raven, accompanied by two men whose names I knew all too well—Edward R
