Chapter 129
Bella
I looked up at the detective, my voice shaky but determined. “I want to see everything,” I said. “The footage, the files, all of it. I need to know everything.”
He nodded, understanding in his eyes. “We’ll arrange that. But you should know, it won’t be easy.”
“I don’t care,” I said, my voice stronger now.
My heart raced as the detective hesitated, his hand hovering over the mouse. I could see the concern etched on his face, but I didn’t care. I needed to see it—I needed to know. The questions gnawed at me, burning a hole in my soul. What had happened that night? How had Richard Blanchard done this to my mother? I felt a desperate need to understand, even though I knew it would break me.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" the detective asked, his voice soft, almost
