A bicycle wheel spins in the late sun, a final, silent witness. It is a Tuesday at dusk. A child coasts to a corner she knows by heart. The click of the chain, the hum of a porch light, the smell of fresh-cut grass. She drops one foot to the curb, glances toward home… and in that single, ordinary breath, the world swallows her whole.
This is where every investigation begins: at the precise sea...
