It’s true—one person really can give up everything for another.
I closed my eyes, and a tear slipped silently down my cheek.
Wordlessly, I helped her to bed and tucked her in. The alcohol worked fast—within minutes, she was fast asleep.
I sat by the bedside and quietly reached for her phone.
The passcode?
Karl’s birthday.
Of course.
Once entered, the screen unlocked—not to her usual apps, but to a hidden interface. The layout was clean. Only one folder sat on the screen: Album.
Inside was a chilling archive.
A thousand photos—each one related to the Crow Family murder case from five years ago.
Every image meticulously labeled.
And every single one pointed to Karl.
His motives. Forensics. Witness statements. Surveillance screenshots.
Even a blurry but unmistakable video of him standing outside the Crow Family villa that night.
Every detail preserved—vivid, damning, undeniable.
But at the end of the album, she labeled it: Unsolved Case.
Caroline hadn’t filed the evidence at the station. Afraid of raising suspicion among her colleagues, she brought it home instead.
Only this hidden archive remained—tucked away on her phone, seen by no one but her.
Her preference and protection were obvious.