A Puzzling Image
Then my eyes froze on a photo—Hannah’s birthday, captured alongside Ben, my brother-in-law. “He was there?” I whispered, startled. Sarah leaned in, studying the image carefully. “He seems to have been close with her,” she observed. But the scene unsettled me. The closeness between them felt wrong—an intimacy I had never noticed before. The unease gripped me, whispering that this picture might hold more than I was ready to see.
A Puzzling Image
Suspicious Memories
The longer I stared at the photograph, the more old moments resurfaced—times when Ben had lingered, gestures that once seemed harmless but now carried a darker edge. “Did you ever notice…?” I began, my voice faltering. Sarah tightened her grip on my hand. “I’m starting to see it too,” she admitted quietly. The knot in my stomach tightened. Perhaps Ben had known more than he ever admitted, and if so, this discovery could finally shift everything—if we dared pursue it.
Suspicious Memories
