C47 Closest Betrayals

Dorothy's POV

The photos lay on the dining table, tainting the air with something heavier than death — intention.

I stared at Alura’s lifeless body, her limbs twisted, her face bloodied beyond recognition. Xavier hadn’t moved. His spoon hovered midair, his knuckles white around the handle. His eyes didn’t blink.

The investigator’s voice cut through the silence