“I think she was scared of more than just being locked in,” she continued, her brow furrowing.
Her words hung in the air, heavy with implication.
“Have you heard anything from her family?” she asked.
I shook my head, the absence of information a constant weight.
“Not yet,” I admitted, frustration tinging my voice.
Mrs. Carter nodded, her expression thoughtful.
“Maybe we need to look deeper,” she suggested, her tone cautious yet insistent.
Her words resonated with my own growing suspicions.
As she left, her footsteps echoing down the hallway, I felt a renewed sense of purpose.
There was more to this story, and I was determined to find it.
I turned back to my computer, the cursor blinking expectantly, and began to type.
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