Photo Raises Concern
One photo froze me in my tracks: Linda stood next to a man I didn’t recognize. They weren’t just acquaintances—they looked too close for comfort. I turned to Mark and held up the picture. “Any idea who this is?” He squinted at it and shook his head. “Nope. Who do you think he is?” A nagging unease settled in my chest. Maybe it was nothing, but it felt like something. Who was this man? Did he know about Luna? The answers I needed were hidden somewhere in the fragments of this tangled past.
Photo Raises Concern
Racing Mind Connects Dots
Lying in bed, my thoughts spun relentlessly, piecing together fragments of Linda’s story. Something didn’t add up—there were gaps, unanswered questions. What else is she hiding? The words escaped my lips, a quiet whisper to the silence around me. Mark’s advice echoed in my mind: “Trust your gut, man.” He was right. I couldn’t ignore this feeling. I had to chase the truth, no matter how unpredictable the path might be. Luna was still out there, and I wasn’t stopping until I uncovered everything.
Racing Mind Connects Dots
