POV: Tristan
I looked at Naomi for a long moment, longer than I intended.
The photograph remained in my hand while a thousand thoughts ran through my head at once.
After weeks of searching.
Weeks of dead ends.
Weeks of finding absolutely nothing.
This felt different.
For the first time, it felt like we were standing in front of a real lead.
A real person.
And not just ghosts anymore.
But someone who might actually know what happened that day Naomi gave birth.
Naomi shifted slightly where she stood.
"I still don't understand what's going on. Can you please explain it to me?"
Her voice was soft.
Confused. Hopeful. And still somehow scared.
All at the same time.
I understood that feeling.
Because I was feeling some of it myself.
I stepped closer and held her eyes.
"Don't w
