The officers asked for photos—recent ones, ideally. Adam opened his gallery, scrolling quickly. But every picture that included Clara was old, some taken months ago. He insisted he had newer ones, but the screen offered nothing except empty spaces where memories should have lived.
They checked Clara’s online presence. Her latest posts were only generic snapshots—no images of the two of them, no personal updates, nothing tying her to Adam or their shared life. The officers’ expressions shifted subtly, registering the widening gaps without yet naming them.