登入I couldn’t move.The woman standing at the entrance looked exactly like the mother I had spent years mourning.Her dark hair fell over her shoulders. Her eyes were the same warm brown I remembered from childhood, and even the small scar near her left eyebrow was still there.I used to kiss that scar whenever she complained about having a headache.I remembered everything.Her perfume.Her laugh.The way she used to hold my hand whenever I was frightened.And now she was standing in front of me.Alive.“Seraphina,” she whispered.My lips parted, but no words came out.She took one step forward.“Sweetheart.”I immediately stepped back.“Don’t.”Her expression crumpled.“Please, let me explain.”I shook my head.“No. You don’t get to walk into this house and call me sweetheart.”Tears filled her eyes.“I know you’re angry.”“Angry?”My voice broke.“I buried you.”She looked down.“I know.”“I cried for you. I spent years wishing I could have one more conversation with you. I celebrated
“Your mother may not be dead.”I stared at my father.For several seconds, I couldn’t speak.The photograph was still displayed on his phone. The woman standing beside Richard looked exactly like my mother.The same dark hair.The same delicate face.The same smile I remembered from childhood photographs.But it couldn’t be her.I had attended her funeral. I had watched my father grieve. I had spent years learning to live without her.“Papa,” I whispered. “What are you saying?”My father took a step toward me.“Seraphina, please sit down.”“Don’t tell me to sit down. Tell me why there’s a picture of Mama standing outside our house yesterday.”He looked at Ethan.Ethan lowered his eyes.That small exchange made my chest tighten.“You both knew,” I said.Neither answered.I stepped back.“How long?”My father finally spoke.“Since the photograph was sent to me.”“When?”“This morning.”“And you didn’t think to tell me?”“I needed to verify it first.”I shook my head.“You needed to veri
“I think it’s time you met your real father.”Richard’s words stayed in my head long after the call ended.I stared at my phone, unable to process what I had just heard.My real father?What was he talking about?“Seraphina?”I turned.Ethan stood at the entrance of the living room, watching me.“Who was that?”I slipped my phone into my pocket.“Richard.”His expression changed.“What did he want?”“To meet me.”Ethan immediately shook his head.“No.”I frowned. “Excuse me?”“You’re not meeting him.”I almost laughed.“You don’t get to decide that.”“Seraphina, you have no idea what kind of man he is.”“Then tell me.”He looked away.I stepped closer.“Why does Richard think he knows who my real father is?”Ethan’s face went pale.That was all the confirmation I needed.“You knew,” I whispered.“It’s not that simple.”“Then make it simple, Ethan. Is Richard telling the truth?”He rubbed his forehead.“Don’t go looking for him.”“Why?”“Because whatever he tells you, it will only make
“Richard Hale?”I repeated the name, hoping I had misunderstood Nina.“Yes, Sera.”I stood beside the living room window, staring at the driveway.“Why would Richard be involved in an agreement concerning my inheritance?”“That’s what I’m trying to understand. His name appears beside Camille’s, but the document doesn’t explain their exact roles.”I pressed my fingers against my forehead.“And my father?”“His name is there too.”My stomach tightened.“Send me everything.”“I already did. But Sera, there’s something you need to know. The copy I found has several missing pages.”“Can you recover them?”“I’m working on it.”I looked at the email on my phone.My forged signature was still visible at the bottom of the document.“Did you find out who sent me the agreement?”“No. The file came from an account that was created recently.”“Can you trace it?”“Not yet.”I closed my eyes.Someone was sending me pieces of a secret, but never enough to understand the entire picture.And whoever it
I couldn’t stop looking at the security footage.Ethan.Camille.And a baby.I zoomed in on the photograph, hoping I had misunderstood what I was seeing.But there was no mistake.Camille was holding a small child against her chest. Her face was turned slightly toward Ethan, who was looking down at the baby.They looked comfortable together.Like a family.“Ma’am?” the security guard called.I forced myself to look away.“Can you tell me when that footage was recorded?”“Ten forty-seven this morning.”“And you’re certain the man is my husband?”He nodded. “He presented his identification when he accessed the unit.”I swallowed.“What about the woman?”“She was accompanying him.”“Did they say what they were taking?”“The account holder authorized the removal of one document.”“Who is the account holder?”He checked his tablet.“Camille Laurent.”Of course.Everything belonged to Camille.Even the secrets my husband had been protecting.I took a photograph of the security screen and st
I arrived at the storage facility shortly before eleven in the morning.The building stood between two old commercial establishments, away from the busy streets of Bellmont. It looked ordinary from the outside, with a security booth near the entrance and rows of metal doors visible through the glass.But I knew there was nothing ordinary about what I was about to find.I parked my car and called Nina.“I’m here.”“Are you alone?”“Yes.”“Sera, please be careful. We don’t know what you’re walking into.”“I know.”“I mean it. If anything feels wrong, leave.”I looked at the entrance.“I’m just opening a storage unit, Nina. I’m not breaking into someone’s house.”“It’s Camille’s storage unit, and apparently Ethan has been paying for it for years. That’s already suspicious enough.”I didn’t answer.A security guard approached my car.“Good morning, ma’am. Can I help you?”“I’m looking for Unit 042.”He glanced at his tablet.“Do you have an appointment?”I took out the silver key.“I have







