{Lisa’s POV}

I could not get the picture of Heri’s bed out of my head. Since the first day I saw it, no matter how many times I told myself to drop it, the image was there, taunting me. Smooth sheets, barely touched pillow, not a single wrinkle to suggest someone had slept there.

And my suspicion was true the entire time.

‘Not sure how much time I have left. I better act fast.’

I took out a small camera, using it to film the room, then I wedged the camera high in the corner where it had a good angle of both the bed and the window. The red...