The same day deep at night,
Arwen was sitting in her room, her gaze fixed on the laptop screen as she watched the video of that night all over again.
She had asked Officer Davis to share a copy with her and he did, without asking much.
And even if he would have asked, there was nothing for her to explain.
She, herself, didn't know why she wanted a copy of the surveillance footage when the night was already an unredeemable trauma for her. She never wanted to witness that again, yet here she was watching the evidence of the night as if the mystery of her life existed in it.
Maybe it was because there was something intimate she could see brewing in that night.
The intimacy that either she couldn't explain, or couldn't understand, but definitely couldn't ignore.
As she was thinking all that, suddenly she saw Aiden appear at the scene, clad in darkness yet shining like a knight in shining armour.
