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<p>The next morning, Amara's mother reported her missing.</p><p><br/></p><p>At first, the police treated it like a routine case. A young woman, a late night, a missed return home. Nothing unusual. Nothing urgent.</p><p><br/></p><p>But the longer the hours stretched, the more the details began to feel wrong.</p><p><br/></p><p>They checked her phone records, questioned her friends, and searched the places she usually visited.</p><p><br/></p><p>Each answer led them back, again and again, to the same name.</p><p><br/></p><p>Daniel.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then they found her phone.</p><p><br/></p><p>It was lying beneath a bench outside the museum, as if it had been placed there rather than dropped.</p><p><br/></p><p>The screen was cracked, but still faintly alive.</p><p><br/></p><p>The last photograph on it was a picture of Daniel.</p><p><br/></p><p>He was standing outside the museum.</p><p><br/></p><p>Watching her.</p><p><br/></p><p>Not smiling. Not moving. Just waiting, as if the moment had been paused and never resumed.</p><p><br/></p><p>The police found Daniel that afternoon.</p><p><br/></p><p>He didn't run.</p><p><br/></p><p>He didn't even seem surprised when they arrived, as though he had been expecting them for a long time.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Where is Amara?” the detective asked.</p><p><br/></p><p>Daniel stared at him for a moment too long before answering.</p><p><br/></p><p>“I don't know.”</p><p><br/></p><p>“You followed her.”</p><p><br/></p><p>“Yes.”</p><p><br/></p><p>“You photographed her.”</p><p><br/></p><p>“Yes.”</p><p><br/></p><p>“You were outside the museum the night she disappeared.”</p><p><br/></p><p>“Yes.”</p><p><br/></p><p>Each answer came without hesitation, which somehow made them feel less like confessions and more like rehearsed facts.</p><p><br/></p><p>The detective leaned forward.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Then give me one good reason not to arrest you.”</p><p><br/></p><p>For the first time, Daniel hesitated. Not in speech, but in thought, as if choosing the exact shape of what he was about to say.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then he smiled faintly.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Because I didn't kill her.”</p><p><br/></p><p>It sounded like the worst possible answer.</p><p><br/></p><p>And for a moment, no one in the room knew what to do with it.</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p>
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