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Gwen The warmth of Adrian's hand remained against mine long after neither of us had anything left to say. I used to think silence between two people meant there were things they were afraid to say. With Adrian, I was beginning to understand that silence could mean the opposite. Sometimes there was nothing that needed explaining. Sometimes being beside the person you loved was enough. I looked at our hands again, almost expecting the sight to frighten me. It didn't. That surprised me. Six months ago, even imagining myself sitting this close to Adrian had filled me with guilt. I had spent so long believing that the woman who returned to him was somehow damaged beyond recognition that I couldn't understand why he would still want her. Now, sitting beside him with his fingers intertwined with mine, I realized that perhaps I had been asking the wrong question all along. I had kept asking whether I was still worthy of Adrian. I had never stopped to ask whether Adrian had already

GwenThe farmhouse was only twenty minutes away, but Adrian drove as though every second mattered.I sat beside him in silence, watching the darkness slide past the windows. The number seventeen remained lodged in my thoughts, refusing to become an ordinary number again.Sebastian and Matteo followed in a separate vehicle, while two security cars approached the property from different directions. No one knew what waited beneath the farmhouse. That was precisely what bothered me.When Adrian finally turned onto the narrow road leading to the property, the farmhouse appeared exactly as I remembered it. Dark windows. Weathered walls. A porch that looked harmless enough to belong to an elderly couple who had spent decades tending vegetables and complaining about the weather.Nothing about it suggested that a hidden room beneath the building had just become the most important discovery we had made in months. Adrian parked several metres from the house. He did not reach for the door immedia

GwenThe drive to Essexville was made under a silence that felt purposeful rather than empty.Adrian remained focused on the road while I studied the information Sebastian had forwarded to my phone. Aurelia Cruz had disappeared twenty-seven years ago, yet the account bearing her name had remained active throughout the years. Someone had accessed it twelve minutes after we discovered the underground room. The timing was too precise to be coincidence.I opened the photograph again. Aurelia stood beside my father at a family gathering. She looked younger than I had expected, perhaps in her early twenties, with the same dark eyes that had stared back at me from old family photographs.There was something else. Aurelia was wearing a pendant. I enlarged the image. A small circular pendant hung against her blouse. Three narrow lines crossed its center. The symbol from my notebook. My pulse quickened. “Adrian.”He glanced at the screen.“Zoom in.”I did and his expression became thoughtful.“T