Tiana did not sleep.She lay awake beside Vince, eyes open in the darkness, listening to the quiet hum of the city below. Every time she closed her eyes, Marcus’s words replayed in her head.Because of who your father was.Her father.A quiet man. Gentle. Private. Overprotective in ways she had never questioned before.Now every memory felt like a clue she had missed.At 4 a.m., she sat up.Vince stirred immediately. “Tiana?”“I need to go to my old house.”He was awake in seconds. “Now?”“Yes.”By sunrise, they were driving toward the outskirts of the city.The land where her family home once stood had been converted into a fenced-off industrial site, half-built structures rising where her childhood memories used to live.Tiana stepped out of the car slowly.Her chest felt tight.She hadn’t been back here since the day everything was destroyed.She walked toward the edge of the fence, staring at the place where her house used to be.“I remember where my room was,” she whispered. “Rig
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