The Tyler mansion, once filled with music, laughter, and elegance, now sat in suffocating silence. The white marble floors gleamed under the dim lights, but the beauty of the house could no longer hide the darkness that had settled within.

Rebecca’s photograph stood at the center of the grand living room, surrounded by fresh lilies and flickering candles. Her parents sat across from it broken, speechless, and hollow.

Mrs. Tyler wept uncontrollably, clutching one of Rebecca’s scarves to her chest. “She was just a child,” she whispered through sobs. “My baby… she didn’t deserve this.”

Her husband, Harold Tyler, stood by the window, staring out at the gray morning sky....