September 14thThe rain had started again by the time they reached the old house.It came down hard enough to blur the windows of the car.Amara sat quietly beside Alessia.The silver key was clenched inside her palm.Neither woman had spoken much since leaving the estate.There was too much between them now.Too many questions.Too many things Alessia had refused to explain.But there was one date Amara couldn't stop thinking about.September 14, 2020.The photograph.The recording.The day her father's life supposedly ended.Alessia glanced at her."You don't have to come inside."Amara looked at her."Yes, I do.""Amara—""My father left something here."Alessia sighed."I know.""And I'm going to find it."Alessia looked at her for a long moment.Then nodded."Stay close."They stepped out into the rain.The house looked exactly as Amara remembered.Old.Empty.Forgotten.But tonight, it felt different.Like it was waiting for them.Matteo and two security men entered first."Clea
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