HOME VISIT

"The more you repent, the more you get answers, the more you distance, the more you get questions."

Edward sat in his dimly lit office, the hum of the precinct fading into a distant buzz. His desk lamp cast a warm circle of light over the worn folder in front of him, the picture of young Wes still in his hand. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling as the pieces of the past and present began to align in unsettling ways.

Many years ago, he had been a rookie, fresh-faced and eager to make a difference. Back then, a wave of child disappearances had shaken the city. Another case happened again nine years ago, each case seemed random and disconnected. These two incidents had lingered in Edward’s mind, a loose thread he could never quite tie up.

He rubbed his temples, trying to shake the sense of déjà vu. Could this really be connected? Or was his mind playing tricks on him? His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.