Todos os capítulos de My Basketball Rival is my Roommate : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 45

You’re the only person who can unlock the original research file.Vale’s words followed me long after the call ended. I kept staring at my phone, waiting for him to call again, to explain what he meant, or to admit that he had been lying. But the screen remained dark, leaving me alone with a question that made everything I had learned feel meaningless.What could possibly be inside me that my father couldn’t hide anywhere else?Jace sat beside me in Marcus’s car, his fingers wrapped around mine. He hadn’t spoken since Vale’s call, and I could tell he was trying to understand it too. The person who had once been my childhood friend had become my roommate, my rival, and the one person I trusted enough to stand beside me when my memories returned. Now I was afraid that even our relationship had been built around a secret neither of us understood.Marcus started the engine. We need to get somewhere secure before we decide what to do next.Where? I asked. Every place we’ve gone has been co

You’re late, Carter. Your father has been waiting for you.The voice came from somewhere beyond the monitor, deep and familiar enough to make my heart stumble. I stood frozen in the darkness, staring at the silhouette on the screen. The man sat with his back to us, his shoulders slightly bent, his hands resting on a table I couldn’t see clearly.My father.The thought struck me so hard that I almost forgot how to breathe. I had spent seven months wondering whether he was alive, whether he had abandoned me, whether he had known what would happen to my mother. Now, with his image only a few feet away, I couldn’t bring myself to take another step.Dad? The word escaped my lips before I could stop it.The man on the screen didn’t move.Jace caught my arm. Carter, wait.I pulled against his grip, but he held on. His eyes were fixed on the monitor, and there was something in his expression that frightened me more than the darkness surrounding us.That might not be him, he whispered.I wante

Carter? My name sounded different in Ethan’s voice. It was weaker than I remembered, almost uncertain, but it carried the same warmth that had followed me through the few childhood memories I had managed to recover. I stood frozen in the middle of the archive, afraid that if I turned around, I would discover another recording, another trick designed to make me question my own mind. Jace’s hand tightened around mine. Neither of us spoke. Behind us, the footsteps stopped, and I heard someone take a shaky breath. Then I turned. Ethan stood near the entrance, one hand pressed against the wall for support. His face was thinner than in the photographs, and a pale scar ran from his temple toward his cheek. His dark jacket hung loosely on his shoulders, and there was a bandage wrapped around his left wrist. He looked exhausted, as if he had spent months running from something that refused to let him rest. But he was alive. I stared at him, unable to make my mind accept what my eyes wer