Between the frantic quest for a scoop and the irresistible desire to uncover the truth behind the murder of a young stranger, the Spoter family has no idea of the upheavals this investigation will bring into their lives. What seemed to be a simple j...
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Samuel Spoter was walking through the city, his mind light, humming an old song he liked. That morning, the radio was broadcasting the news, but Samuel only paid half an ear to it. The day's news blended with his cheerful mood, creating a kind of strange melody in his head. He hummed in time with the journalist, a smile on his lips, enjoying the familiar routine of his commute.
The song abruptly cut off when, without warning, a young woman appeared in front of his car. The screeching of tires on the asphalt pierced the air, drowning out the music and the city's noise. Samuel, his heart pounding, came to a sudden stop, his hands gripping the steering wheel. He remained frozen, breathless, just inches away from the frail figure that had almost thrown herself under his wheels.
He hurried out of the car, his body still shaking with adrenaline. "Miss, are you okay?" he called out, his voice trembling with concern. But the young woman, like a shadow, did not respond. She seemed completely detached from reality, her empty eyes fixed on some invisible point ahead. Her lips barely moved, articulating inaudible words, like a prayer or a lost chant.
Samuel watched her walk away, his body numb with shock. He couldn't move, his feet felt rooted to the pavement. For a moment, he felt sucked into an oppressive void, a dull anxiety that thickened the air around him. The world kept turning, cars passed by, people walked, but he remained there, frozen, unable to take his eyes off the strange apparition fading into the distance.
He was so absorbed in the moment that he lost track of how long he had been standing there. Finally, as if waking from a nightmare, he shook his head, tried to gather his thoughts, and forced himself to get back into his car. The drive to the office was silent, the light atmosphere of the morning having evaporated, replaced by an inexplicable weight on his chest.
When he arrived at work, Samuel got out of the car without a word. He walked through the lobby without greeting the security guards as he usually did, nor did he flash the teasing smile he often reserved for Enora-Lucette, the receptionist, whom he liked to brighten up her mornings with a few jokes. Today, all of that seemed distant, almost trivial. The scene he had just experienced still haunted him, and he couldn't shake the image of that woman from his mind.
