Demolition Before the Bloom

barely touched his coffee.

Neither of us had slept.

Detectives searched the warehouse until dawn.

They found traces of blood.

A torn piece of Sofia’s jacket.

And tire tracks leading toward the highway.

But no Sofia.

No witnesses.

No answers.

Elena moved through the estate with a new, unsettling clarity, every room rearranging the story she’d been forced to continue reading …