With Gavin and Selina securely behind bars, and the truth about my father’s past laid bare, I thought my life would finally settle into a peaceful rhythm. But the past, it seemed, was not yet ready to let me go. One morning, as I was going through the documents I had inherited from the family estate, I found a small, locked box tucked away in the back of a safe. There was no label, no indication of what it might contain, but something about it made my skin prickle with unease. I used the key that had come with the other legal documents and opened it. Inside, I found a collection of old photographs and letters—things that had belonged to Gavin’s mother, Elena. I had never seen her face before, but looking at the pictures, I was struck by how much she resembled Gavin. There was a gentleness in her eyes that was absent in him, a sadness that seemed to permeate every image. I began to read the letters. Most were addressed to my father, words of love, longing, and eventually, pain. But
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