They found her small body in a trunk — a listless hush where laughter used to live. The photo taken with her killer after she was gone chills the bones: a smiling stranger framed next to a child who no longer breathes. It’s the kind of image that stops you mid-scroll, unfolding the terrible truth that monsters can wear ordinary faces. You feel anger first, raw and hot, then a slow, aching sorro...
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