Chapter 6 - Unlocking the Past We Forgot
After my shift ended at midnight, I didn't go straight home to my small, cramped apartment across town.
Instead, I drove my beat-up sedan toward the historic harbor district where the Vance family estate loomed behind iron gates.
Parking down the block under the heavy shadow of an oak tree, I stared up at the sprawling Gothic mansion.
Lights flickered inside a second-story nursery window, casting a warm yellow glow across the manicured lawn.
Was it possible that I had a forgotten past, a hidden history that my adoptive parents had kept secret from me for decades?
My phone buzzed against the passenger seat, displaying an unknown number calling at this ungodly hour of the night.
May you like
I hesitated before swiping to answer, pressing the cold plastic screen against my ear with a trembling hand.
“If you know what’s good for you, stay away from Julian Vance and his son,” a distorted voice whispered before disconnecting.
