Chapter 14: The Man Who Knew the Truth
Chapter 14: The Man Who Knew the Truth
Alexander stared at the silent phone in his hand.
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The distorted voice echoed through his mind.
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"If you want to know who your real father is... come alone."
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Emily watched the color drain from his face.
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"What happened?"
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Alexander looked up slowly.
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"Someone knows."
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"Knows what?"
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"My biological father."
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The room fell silent.
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Daniel immediately stepped forward.
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"It's a trap."
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Alexander nodded.
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"I know."
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"But whoever called me has information no one else should have."
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Catherine folded her arms.
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"You're not going alone."
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Alexander looked directly at her.
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"The caller specifically said alone."
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Catherine's expression hardened.
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"And criminals always tell the truth?"
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Alexander almost smiled.
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"You sound like my father."
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A faint sadness crossed Catherine's face.
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"I've missed hearing that."
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The FBI traced the call within minutes.
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It had originated from a disposable phone.
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The location.
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An abandoned train station on the outskirts of the city.
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Daniel placed aerial photographs across the conference table.
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"There are only three entrances."
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"The building has been empty for nearly fifteen years."
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Alexander studied the images.
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"If they're setting an ambush..."
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"...they'll expect surveillance."
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Catherine nodded.
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"So we'll give them exactly what they expect."
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Two hours later.
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Rain clouds rolled across the afternoon sky.
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Alexander's black SUV stopped a block away from the abandoned station.
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He stepped out alone.
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At least...
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That's what anyone watching would believe.
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Hidden throughout the surrounding buildings...
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FBI tactical teams silently took their positions.
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Daniel monitored every movement through an encrypted earpiece.
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"Remember."
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"We're watching."
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Alexander touched the small communication device hidden beneath his collar.
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"I know."
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The station looked frozen in time.
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Broken ticket windows.
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Rusted train tracks.
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Shattered glass covered the concrete floor.
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Water dripped steadily from the damaged ceiling.
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Alexander walked slowly through the empty terminal.
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Every sound echoed.
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Every shadow seemed alive.
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Then...
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A voice spoke behind him.
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"You came."
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Alexander turned.
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An elderly man stepped out from behind a support column.
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He appeared to be in his late seventies.
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His gray overcoat looked worn.
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His face carried deep lines carved by time and regret.
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Alexander had never seen him before.
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"Who are you?"
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The old man removed his hat.
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"My name is Samuel Bennett."
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Alexander frowned.
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"Bennett?"
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The man nodded.
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"I was Grace Bennett's older brother."
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Alexander froze.
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"My mother's brother?"
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Samuel smiled sadly.
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"Yes."
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"And your uncle."
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Alexander struggled to process the words.
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"I thought everyone from my mother's family was dead."
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Samuel's eyes filled with pain.
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"That's exactly what Victoria wanted you to believe."
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Alexander took a slow step forward.
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"Tell me the truth."
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Samuel reached into his coat.
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Daniel's voice immediately crackled through Alexander's earpiece.
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"Careful."
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The old man slowly removed a faded photograph.
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It showed a young woman with bright blue eyes holding a newborn baby.
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Alexander recognized her instantly.
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Grace.
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The resemblance was undeniable.
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She was smiling.
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The baby in her arms wore a tiny blue blanket embroidered with the initials A.S.
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Samuel handed over the photograph.
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"She loved you more than anything."
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Alexander stared at the image.
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It was the first picture he had ever seen of his biological mother.
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A single tear rolled down his cheek.
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Samuel spoke quietly.
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"Grace wasn't married to Edward Sterling."
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Alexander looked up.
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"I know."
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"But Edward raised me."
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Samuel nodded.
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"He intended to adopt you."
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"He loved you as his own."
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Alexander's voice trembled.
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"Then who was my father?"
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Samuel hesitated.
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He looked around the empty station.
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As though making certain no one else could hear.
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Then he answered.
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"His name was Jonathan Cole."
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Alexander repeated the unfamiliar name.
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"Jonathan Cole."
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Samuel nodded.
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"He was an investigative journalist."
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"He spent years exposing corporate corruption."
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"He and Grace fell in love."
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Emily had been right.
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Alexander's entire life had been built on hidden truths.
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Samuel continued.
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"Jonathan uncovered evidence against several powerful businessmen."
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"He planned to publish everything."
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"But before he could..."
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"...he disappeared."
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Alexander frowned.
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"Disappeared?"
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Samuel nodded slowly.
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"His body was never found."
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"Grace was pregnant with you."
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"Edward Sterling helped protect her."
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Alexander felt another piece of the puzzle fall into place.
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"So Edward wasn't just raising another man's child."
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"He was protecting us."
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Samuel smiled.
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"Exactly."
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Suddenly...
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Daniel's voice became urgent inside Alexander's earpiece.
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"Movement."
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"Second floor."
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Alexander remained perfectly still.
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Samuel noticed the change in his expression.
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"They're here."
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Before Alexander could react...
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A gunshot shattered the silence.
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The bullet struck the concrete floor inches from Samuel's feet.
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Everyone dove for cover.
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FBI agents stormed into the station from every entrance.
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"Federal agents!"
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"Drop your weapons!"
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Several masked gunmen opened fire from the upper walkway.
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The abandoned station erupted into chaos.
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Alexander pulled Samuel behind a concrete pillar.
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"Stay down."
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Samuel nodded.
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"I didn't lead them here."
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"I know."
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Daniel and the FBI tactical team exchanged gunfire with the attackers.
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Within minutes...
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Two gunmen were arrested.
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Three escaped through a maintenance tunnel.
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One lay wounded on the platform.
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As agents moved in to secure him...
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The wounded man laughed.
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Blood stained his shirt.
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He looked directly at Alexander.
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"You still don't understand."
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Alexander stepped closer.
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"What are you talking about?"
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The gunman smiled weakly.
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"Edward Sterling didn't die because of money."
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"He died because he discovered..."
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The man's eyes suddenly widened.
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A tiny red dot appeared on his forehead.
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Daniel shouted.
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"Sniper!"
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A suppressed rifle cracked.
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The wounded gunman collapsed instantly.
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Dead before he could finish the sentence.
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Alexander stared at the body.
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The answer had died with him.
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Or so he thought.
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Samuel slowly reached into his coat once more.
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This time...
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He removed a small brass key attached to a faded leather tag.
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He placed it in Alexander's hand.
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"I've protected this since the day your mother died."
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Alexander looked at the engraving.
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Safety Deposit Box 417.
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First National Bank of Boston.
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Samuel met Alexander's eyes.
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"Everything Jonathan Cole discovered..."
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"...is inside that box."
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Then he whispered the final sentence Grace had spoken before she died.
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May you like
"If our son ever asks who he is... tell him to follow the truth, not the name."
End of Chapter 14
