LOGINPatricia looked at Alex.He was staring at the photograph.Neither of them spoke.The picture was old, faded at the edges, but the details were clear enough.Grace was holding the baby.A man's hand rested gently on her shoulder.The face had been cut away.Patricia turned the photograph over again.HE WAS THERE WHEN YOU WERE BORN.“Alex,” she said quietly.“Yes?”“Did you know about this man?”Alex looked at her.“No.”The answer came too quickly.Patricia noticed.Bethwel noticed too.“You're hesitating,” Bethwel said.Alex looked at him.“Because I don't know whether I should tell her what I suspect.”Patricia stepped closer.“Then tell me what you suspect.”Alex looked at the photograph again.“I've seen that hand before.”Patricia's heart tightened.“Where?”“In one of the old photographs we found at Obadiah's house.”Bethwel immediately turned toward him.“Which one?”“The photograph of Daniel, Obadiah and the third man.”Patricia frowned.“How?”“The ring.”Alex pointed at the
For several seconds, Patricia simply stared at Bethwel.“The woman from the photograph?”Bethwel nodded.“She was seen leaving the property before the officers arrived.”“Did they catch her?”“No.”Patricia looked at Alex.“So she knew where the second Room Seventeen was.”“Apparently,” Alex said.Bethwel slipped his phone back into his pocket.“The property is about fifteen minutes from here.”“Take us there.”Bethwel shook his head.“No.”Patricia frowned.“Why?”“Because if the woman deliberately led us there, she wants us to follow.”“Then we don't follow her.”Patricia picked up the photograph.“We follow the evidence.”Alex looked at Bethwel.“She has a point.”Bethwel sighed.“Fine. But we do this carefully.”The three left the room.Patricia carried the photograph with her.Something about it disturbed her.Not the woman.Not even the baby.It was the expression on Obadiah's face.He had known something.Something that Daniel had apparently died—or disappeared—trying to protec
Patricia stared at the photograph.The baby was still there.Grace was still there.Mercy was still there.And behind them stood Obadiah, younger than Patricia had ever seen him.But it was the woman partially hidden behind Grace who held Patricia's attention.The scar beneath her left eye.The shape of her face.Those eyes.Patricia had seen them before.“I know her,” she whispered.Alex looked at her.“Are you sure?”Patricia nodded slowly.“Not from childhood. Not from any old photograph.”She lifted the picture closer to the light.“I saw her recently.”“Where?”Patricia's thoughts raced.“The hospital photograph Mercy gave us.”Alex's expression changed.“The woman in the background?”“Yes.”He took the photograph from her and studied it.For several seconds, he said nothing.Then he looked at Patricia.“You're right.”Bethwel, who had been standing a few feet away, stepped closer.“You recognize the woman?”“Yes.”“Who is she?”“That is what I want to find out.”Patricia turned
Patricia could not move.The photograph trembled between her fingers.The baby in the picture was wearing a small white bracelet around one wrist. A dark mark curved beneath it, almost like a crescent.She knew that mark.She had seen it every time she looked at her own wrist.For years, she had thought it was nothing more than a strange birthmark.Now it felt like a signature.“Alex,” she whispered.“I see it.”“No.”Patricia shook her head.“I mean the woman.”Alex looked at the photograph again.Mercy stood on the left.Grace stood beside her.And behind them was Obadiah.But the woman Patricia had noticed was not any of them.She was partly hidden behind Grace.Only half of her face was visible.Yet there was something familiar about her.Patricia moved the photograph closer to the light.“Who is she?”Alex studied it.“I don't know.”“She looks familiar.”“You've seen thousands of photographs connected to this case.”“No.”Patricia's voice became firmer.“I've seen her before.”A
The underground chamber seemed to hold its breath.Patricia stared at the sealed letter in her hands.Daniel’s handwriting was unmistakable.Her fingers tightened around the envelope.“Open it,” Alex whispered.The unnamed man stood several feet away, his eyes fixed on the tunnel behind them.“No,” he said.Patricia turned sharply.“You brought us here.”“I brought you to the room. Daniel brought you here long before you knew it existed.”Alex stepped between them.“Enough riddles. Who are you?”The man looked at him.“My name still doesn't matter.”“It matters to me.”“It will.”A faint metallic sound came from somewhere above them.Everyone froze.Alex raised a hand.Silence.Then another sound.A soft scrape.Patricia looked toward the narrow tunnel.“Someone is coming.”The man shook his head.“Not someone.”Alex frowned.“What does that mean?”“The door.”“What door?”The man pointed toward the far wall.At first Patricia saw nothing.Then a thin vertical line appeared where the
Patricia stared at the locked door.The man's voice came again.“You should never have opened Room Seventeen.”Alex moved quietly toward the far corner of the room.“Stay behind me.”Patricia obeyed, but her eyes remained fixed on the door.She could hear the man's breathing on the other side.“You've been watching us,” Alex said.A brief silence followed.“Watching is not the same as following.”“Then why were you at the quarry?”“I needed to know whether you would find the room.”Patricia stepped forward.“Who are you?”The man laughed softly.“You've been asking the wrong question.”Alex glanced at her.Patricia ignored him.“You knew my father.”Another silence.Then the voice changed.“You knew Daniel?”“I knew the man before you were old enough to ask about him.”Patricia's heart tightened.“Then tell me what happened to him.”The man didn't answer.Alex moved toward the door.“Open it.”“No.”“Then why are you talking to us?”“Because you have already found what I was trying to
The rest of the afternoon passed in silence.Patricia and Alison remained parked several blocks away, watching Alex's car disappear into Nakuru traffic.Neither of them spoke immediately.Both were trying to make sense of what they had witnessed.The affair was real.That much was no longer in doub
Patricia barely slept.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the photograph.Alex.Smiling.Holding another woman.The image had burned itself into her memory.By dawn, the rain had stopped, leaving Nakuru wrapped in a blanket of mist. The cool morning air drifted through the cracked kitchen wind
Natasha did not leave the hospital.Hours passed.Dawn slowly crept over Atlanta, painting the sky in shades of pale orange and gray, but she remained seated beside Malia's bed.Her sister still hadn't regained consciousness.Every beep from the monitor felt like a countdown.To what, Natasha didn'
Patricia stared at the glowing phone screen.The message refused to disappear.I miss you Then the second one.When will you tell your wife the truth?Outside, thunder rolled across the skies of Nakuru, shaking the windows of the small house.Her hands trembled.No.There had to be an explanation.







