All Chapters of Blueprint Of My Heart: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The message remained on my mind.“Your father's original plan was removed because it exposed the changes made to the Calder Development.” I read it twice, it didn't change.My fingers remained still around my phone as the words settled inside me, my father's original plan, not a copy, not even an old sketch of it. His original plan.I looked across the conference table at the drawings we'd been working on. Lines crossed over one another, measurements filled the margins, and notes from the engineers covered several corners.For the first time, the plans didn't look like ordinary project documents, they looked like pieces of something I had been trying to understand since the day I walked into Calder Developments. Something connected to my father, something someone had gone to great lengths to hide.“Nyla.”I looked up, Soren stood at the other side of the table, most of the engineers had already left, few were still gathering their files, their voices low as they discussed the day's w

As I slipped my phone back into my pocket. I wanted to leave the construction site, but my feet refused to move.The warning kept replaying in my head, “leave it buried, Nyla.” Maybe someone had watched us find the foundation. Soren was already walking toward the main path when he noticed I wasn't following, “Nyla, what are you doing behind.” I looked at him, “we need to go.” I glanced once more at the exposed foundation, this time I followed him. We crossed the site without stopping, the workers continuing around us while the evening wind moved through the unfinished structure. I kept the black key inside my fist, feeling its edges against my palm. By the time I reached the car, I had made my decision, I wasn't leaving this alone. I just needed to understand what I was looking for. When I reached home, I barely changed before spreading the blueprint across my dining table.The apartment was quiet, with rain beginning to fall against the windows again. I switched on the lamp and place

I kept staring at the last line on the document, Marcus Holloway's name..The words sat there in black ink, refusing to become less real no matter how many times I read them, I lowered the paper slowly.Across the table, Soren hadn't moved.For once, he had nothing to say. His gaze shifted as he glanced at the document again, he picked it up, read the date and the signature at the bottom, “my father did this?” His voice was low.I watched his thumb move along the edge of the paper before he placed it back on the table.“That’s what the record says.” He leaned back in his chair.For several seconds, he said nothing. I knew what I should have felt, anger or maybe even fear. Instead, I found myself wondering what it felt like to discover that your own father had been connected to something you had never known about.I closed the document.“We need to find out why.” Soren's eyes stayed on mine for a moment before he reached for the old construction record again. “You're right.” He turned th

By the time I reached my apartment, the sky had already turned dark. I dropped my bag on the dining table and pulled out the original blueprint before I even took off my shoes, “Oh my God.”The three short lines stared back at me as I opened my notebook and placed my father's old sketch beside it. There they were again, the same mark. I ran my finger along the edge of the paper.My father hadn't drawn that mark for decoration, he had placed it beside the passage for a reason. I checked the time, 7:18 p.m. Soren would be waiting soon. I gathered the blueprint, notebook, measuring tape, and flashlight and placed them inside my bag. My hand stopped over the black key. For a second, I considered leaving it behind, then I picked it up. If there was a reason my father had kept it, I wanted it with me.My phone vibrated, Soren's message appeared on the screen: “I'm outside waiting.”I slipped the phone into my pocket, I didn't know why seeing his name on my screen made me pause for a momen

The file remained open between us. I could still see my father's name in my mind even though it was nowhere on the page. Marcus Holloway, Leontes Calder.Two signatures beneath a passage that had been hidden for eight years. I ran my thumb along the edge of the paper, “Soren…” He did not answer.His attention remained fixed on his father's signature, I watched him for a moment before speaking again. “We cannot assume we know what this means.” His eyes lifted to mine, “I know.”There was something restrained in his voice, not anger, not denial. Something heavier. He reached for the file and turned the page, nothing. He turned another, still nothing.I moved closer. “The sequence is wrong.” He looked at me. “What?” I pointed to the pages. “These records are arranged by construction stages. Foundation, structural supports, access points, revisions.” My finger stopped at the signature page. “This should not be the final page.” Soren looked down. “What should come after it?”“The revision