The camera
Sam's POV
The house was unusually quiet, with an unsettling stillness that matched the turmoil in my mind. I sat in my study, staring at the stack of papers on my desk without really seeing them. The recent chaos with Cabo and the DNA results weighed heavily on me. Every lead we followed seemed to unveil more secrets, yet none brought me closer to the truth. The more I tried to investigate my parents death the more I got more leads
I sighed, pushing myself up from the chair. My study always felt like a cage during times like these. I needed air, space to think. My feet carried me toward the villa roof, my favorite spot for clearing my mind.
But as I walked through the dimly lit corridor, I found myself slowing as I passed my grandfather's room. The door was slightly ajar, the room shrouded in darkness. Something about it pulled me in, a tug of nostalgia mixed with unresolved grief.