113 Whispers of Betrayal

The day dawned with a sense of unease as Damon and Lia retrieved the mail, their hands trembling slightly as they sifted through the envelopes. Amidst the mundane bills and advertisements, one envelope stood out—an ominous harbinger of the storm that was about to descend upon their lives. Damon's heart skipped a beat as he tore open the envelope, his eyes widening in disbelief as he beheld the contents within. Nestled amidst the folds of paper were photographs—snapshots of Carl, captured in moments of unsuspecting innocence, his smile frozen in time. Lia's brow furrowed with concern as she studied the images, her voice tinged with apprehension. "Damon, what is it?" she asked, her eyes searching his for answers. Damon's hands trembled as he handed her the photographs, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's Carl," he replied, his words laden with uncertainty. "And there's a note." Lia's eyes widened as she read the words scrawled across the page—a chilling warning that sent