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The next morning, Landon sat in the dining room with Asher, waiting for breakfast. Suddenly, Little Asher waved at Landon with a mysterious look, piquing Landon's curiosity. He leaned over and lowered his voice. "Ash, what's up?" "Dad, I have a secret to tell you," little Asher whispered into Landon's ear. "What?" Landon perked up, listening attentively. Asher pursed his little lips. "Dad, Mommy secretly went to the amusement park." "How do you know that? Did Mommy tell you?" Landon asked in surprise.

Sighing, I plopped the wad of cash into his hand. I then left the morgue through the back door, unseen, the images of my mother’s corpse forever burned into my mind. The cold truth settled in—I was embroiled in a mystery that ran deeper and darker than I could have ever imagined. I had to do some research, though, since my time in the morgue had already been exhausted. And so, keeping my hood up so as to keep away from prying eyes, I marched over to the library to do some studying of my own. I began with books on anatomy, on bodily trauma.

She knew the scent before she even opened the box—it was her mother’s recipe. Her eyes narrowed. There was no way he could’ve known that. Not unless… She stepped into the hallway and glanced down the corridor, heart starting to pound just slightly. Her eyes scanned the flood of bodies—interns in scrubs, gurneys rolling past, a code blue being paged overhead. And then, through the shifting crowd, she saw a mysterious man. He stood halfway down the corridor, half-hidden behind a group of surgical residents chatting near the elevators. His face was obscured by a black KN95, and a baseball cap sat low on his brow, but even through the layers, something about his presence felt… familiar.

Ryan asked as he played with my hair. “Well she told me that she suspected Gabriel to be in illegal dealings with a man.” I tried remembering his name but I forgot. “I forgot the name of the man. She said Most of his secret files were in his office which were kept in a safe. She said that the safe was hidden at the back of a portrait in the office,she said she couldn't open it and when he caught her loitering around he beat her to stupor.” I explained everything to Ryan. “He is one heartless man.” Ryan answered and I agreed with him.

The lingering smell of expensive perfume from the parents mixed with fear and despair, hanging heavy in the air. I sat at my desk, turned on the lamp, and opened my textbooks. Under the warm light, the familiar formulas and theories slowly calmed my racing mind. I knew this wasn't over. Giselle's test report and the pills under Sarah's desk were two pieces of the puzzle—but they didn't make a complete picture. And Kathryn? What was her role in all of this? And who booked that ticket under my name? How did they get my student ID and pull this off?

I wanted to explain, but I did not know how. I lowered my head and turned slightly to the side. When I closed my eyes, a strong sense of familiarity washed over me. It felt like someone was pressing me down in the passenger seat. I was in pain, but the other person paid no attention. I could not remember the rest clearly. I suddenly opened my eyes and breathed quickly. I met Steven’s gaze. I was not sure if it was my imagination, but I thought I saw something else in his eyes. It was quiet and intense, like a hunter watching its prey. Then it disappeared.

It was how they always worked. Only right now it wasn’t working and they weren’t enjoying it. They shouldn’t have held the meeting at Sam’s apartment, the place held too many recent memories. “It doesn’t matter.” “Of course it matters, it’s a key plot driver. It’s like having a murder mystery and never finding out who does the murder.” “But that’s the point, you just said the key word.” “What key word—murder?” “No, mystery, that’s what make it so unnerving, the audience is never sure who sends him the links, we let them work it out for themselves, so they project their own fears onto it.”

There were a lot of secrets to the point where I couldn’t even keep count. The file. My accident. The dreams. My parents. Ethan Wolfe. Wolfe Holdings. Maude Pharmaceuticals. August. All these tied together in a way where I just couldn’t fit in a single puzzle due to its many missing pieces. I wanted to dig deep. I wanted to find out every single mystery. But how? Where do I start? I sighed, putting the book down on top of other books when something fell out of one of the pages. My brows furrowed and a frown made its way to my face.

--- A Mysterious Letter One morning, as Isabelle sipped her tea in the sunlit kitchen, the housekeeper approached her with a letter. “This came for you, ma’am. No return address,” she said, placing the envelope on the counter. Isabelle frowned, her curiosity piqued. She tore open the envelope and unfolded the letter, her breath hitching as her eyes scanned the words. "You think it’s over, but secrets always find their way to the surface. I’m closer than you think. Watch your back." Her hands trembled, the ominous message sending a chill down her spine. She quickly folded the letter and tucked it into her pocket.

Deagan laughed, wiping the slobber off his face. “Misterio… Mist, for short.” Deagan eyed her strangely. “That’s very different, any reason?” Hazel asked and Aria smiled at the grey-eyed cuteness. “Misterios means Secrets in Spanish.” Deagan caught on easily while others remained in the dark, no one asked her to elaborate. “Well then Mist, come meet your uncle Aycin.” Aycin held his hands out and so he made his way down the table, receiving rubs and kisses. “Little attention lover, isn’t he?” Aria laughed at Deagan’s words.