Rosalind stared at the photograph until her eyes ached, the handwriting on the back burning itself into her memory. *She chose wrong once.*Her hands shook as she turned it over again, studying her mother's face, young and unguarded, laughing at something Silas had said just before the camera caught them. She'd never seen her mother look at anyone like that. Not even her father.She didn't sleep. By morning, dark circles ringed her eyes, and she moved through breakfast like a ghost, barely tasting the toast her father set in front of her."You look exhausted," he said, studying her carefully. "Everything okay?""Fine," she lied. "Didn't sleep well."He didn't push, distracted by his own tension these days, phone buzzing constantly with calls he took in other rooms, voice low enough that she couldn't make out the words.The moment he left for the day, she pulled out her own phone and typed a message to the unknown number, fingers trembling slightly.*Who left the photograph?*No answer
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