Prologue
As a child, I dreamed of becoming a scientist. There was something intoxicating about certainty—about cause and effect, about evidence. I craved truth like oxygen. Forensics gave me that. Blood didn’t lie. Fibers didn’t forget. Bones whispered stories long after breath had vanished...
...“Please,” he said, voice cracking. “Forgive me. Let me explain.”
And in that moment, I didn’t know what scared me more—
What he was about to say…
Or the fact that some part of me already knew.
🔍 Author Note: Truth is a character in this story. Pay close attention to what’s said—and what’s left out. This moment sets everything in motion.
