ABUELA’S POV“What did you find out?” I asked, as the phone pressed against my ear.The voice on the other end hesitated, a crackle of static, a pause too long to be nothing. Then, finally, the answer came, as infuriatingly vague as the one before it.“Nothing concrete... there’s no tangible link to her background. It’s like she’s a ghost.”A ghost? The phrase lingered, sour in my mind. Ghosts bury their secrets in shallow graves, hoping no one would dig deep enough. But I had a shovel, patience, and a gut that had never failed me.“Keep digging,” I encouraged, "Nothing can stay hidden under the sun for too long.".“Yes, ma’am,” came the hurried reply, then, the line clicked dead.I placed the phone down carefully, though the urge to slam it was a temptation, however, I resisted. My knuckles rested against the wood of the desk, my breath escaping in short, uneven bursts. Something didn't seem right. My instincts screamed it louder than words could, yet, only time will tell.No one is a
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