Chapter 5

The truth was like an icy, sharpened blade—it pierced through the facade of my peaceful existence.

I looked around the spotless home Hadden Shortle had kept up, and for the first time, I felt a chill that seemed to seep into my bones. 'I'd never felt this kind of cold before.'

This man—betrayed and murdered by the one he trusted most—now his soul was trapped within these walls, caught in a loop of his old habits, day after day, unable to utter a single word about the true reason for his death. 'How could fate be so cruel?

'And that…