I opened the application.
The images showed my father returning home alone at 10:17 PM.
He entered.
A few minutes later, someone stepped forward onto the edge of the driveway.
The person was wearing a hood and kept their face turned away.
My pulse quickened.
” Who is it ? ”
My father leaned closer.
“I don’t know.”
The figure paused for a moment near his car before disappearing from sight.
I rewatched the video.
This time, I focused on the shoes.
White sneakers with a dark stripe on the side.
I had already seen them.
Not recently, but often enough to remember.
