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Chapter 22

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last update Data de publicação: 2026-09-02 22:46:19

The question followed me all the way back to the car, who had my father really been trying to protect me from?

I sat in the passenger seat with the yellowed envelope resting on my lap. I still had not opened it, my name was written across the front in my father’s handwriting, Nyla. Seeing it made something inside me ache. I ran my thumb along the edge of the envelope, remembering the old worker’s words, he had kept this for years, he had been waiting for me. But why?

Soren started the engine. F
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    The corridor leading to Leontes Calder's old office was almost empty when Soren unlocked the door. I stood behind him, watching the key turn in the lock.For some reason, I had expected something dramatic. Instead, the door opened with a quiet click. Soren stepped inside first. I followed, holding my bag against my side.The office smelled of old paper and wood. Dust had gathered along the edges of the shelves, but the desk was still standing exactly where it had probably been for yearsSoren stopped near the entrance. He did not move. I watched him looking across the room. “You remember this place,” I said.He nodded.“My father used to work here late.” His voice was quieter than before.“When I was a child, I would sometimes sit outside that door waiting for him.”I looked toward the hallway behind us.“You waited for him?”“Sometimes for an hour,” he said. He gave a faint smile that disappeared almost immediately.“He always told me he would be out in ten minutes.” I could picture it.

  • Blueprint Of My Heart   Chapter 36

    By the time we left Marcus's office, my body was asking for sleep, but my mind refused to slow down.The eastern section had been sealed before the final inspection.Someone had continued working there anyway. I kept walking beside Soren, holding the copy of the contractor report against my chest. Every few steps, I found myself reading the same line again. Private instruction. Do not include in project records.Who had given that instruction? And why had they gone to so much trouble to hide it?Soren pushed open the glass doors leading out of the building. The evening air met my face as we stepped onto the pavement. “You should go home,” he said.I turned toward him. “You are saying that you are actually going to let yourself rest.”“I will go home, change, and try.” I almost smiled.“Try?”“That is the best I can promise, he said.”For a moment, neither of us moved. There was too much between us now. My father. His father. Dorian. The eastern section. Money that had been moved through

  • Blueprint Of My Heart   Chapter 35

    By the time we reached my apartment, the sky was beginning to turn grey. I placed the metal container on the table and spread the papers around it. The photograph of my father, Leontes, and Dorian stayed in the middle. I kept looking at it. Three men who had known something was wrong, three men who had tried to protect something. And now I was holding the pieces they had left behind.Soren pulled out a chair and sat across from me. “You should sleep, Nyla. Get some rest, you have been awake all night”I shook my head. “I can't for now.” I picked up the financial records again.“There is something about this sentence that I cannot ignore.”Soren leaned forward.“Which one?”I turned the paper toward him. The person who ordered the changes was not the person who controlled the money. He read it again. “We need to separate those two things.”I brought the original eastern plan closer and placed the newer version beside it.”I was thinking the same “My pencil moved across the drawings.“This

  • Blueprint Of My Heart   Chapter 34

    The road to the quarry was almost empty. Soren drove with both hands on the wheel, the headlights cutting through the darkness as we left the main road behind.I sat beside him with my father's notebook open on my lap. The silver key rested between my fingers. I kept turning it over, feeling its cool surface against my skin."You are quiet,” Soren said.I lifted my eyes from the key. “I am thinking.”"About your father?” he asked.I nodded.“About what he knew before he disappeared.” Soren kept his attention on the road. “I know.”His answer was quiet. I watched the passing trees through the window. “I keep wondering if he knew he would not come back.”Soren's hands shifted on the steering wheel. “Maybe that is why he left the trail.”I turned toward him.“So I could find it?”"So someone could,” he said.I lowered my eyes to the notebook. That thought stayed with me. My father might not have known who would eventually find his work. He may have only wanted the truth to survive him.The

  • Blueprint Of My Heart   Chapter 33

    I kept my fingers on the word carved inside the box. BEGIN.For a moment, I could not move. My father's handwriting was no longer on the page, but somehow, everything inside that box felt like he was still leading me somewhere. I lowered the lid carefully, then looked down at the silver key resting in my palm.My mother was still sitting across from me, her hands folded together. Soren stood beside the table, watching me without rushing me.“What are you thinking?” he asked.I turned the key between my fingers. “That my father expected me to find this.” My voice came out softer than I intended.Soren pulled out a chair and sat down. “Then we should figure out what he wanted you to find first.” I placed the key beside the notebook and opened it again.The pages were covered with measurements, rough drawings, dates, and notes written in my father's familiar handwriting. I started turning the pages one after another.The eastern section appeared repeatedly. Measurements, walls, support bea

  • Blueprint Of My Heart   Chapter 32

    The wooden box felt heavier than it should have in my hands. I ran my thumb across the old wood, following the rough marks along the lid. Years of handling had worn the surface smooth in some places and left it rough in others.My father had touched this box, he had carried it, hidden it, and trusted my mother to keep it safe until the day I found it, now that day had come.My mother sat across from me, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Soren remained beside me. For several seconds, none of us spoke. I kept thinking about everything my mother had just told me. My father had been afraid, he had known something was wrong. And before he disappeared, he had left this box behind.“For years, you kept this from me,” I said.My voice was low, but the hurt behind it was impossible to hide.My mother lowered her head. “I know, but I didn't meant to.”Those two words landed harder than an excuse would have. I held the box against my knees.“Why did he trust you with it?”She rubbed her palms

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