Chapter 11 - Confronting The Shadow Of A Decades-Old Crime
Evelyn pushed open the heavy wooden door at the base of the lighthouse, her wet heels clicking on the spiral stone stairs.
She climbed the endless steps, refusing Richard’s help as her lungs burned with exertion and determination.
When she finally pushed open the trapdoor into the glass lantern room, the cold ocean air whipped her silver hair around her face.
The man in the charcoal tuxedo turned around slowly, stepping out of the shadows into the revolving beam of light.
His face was weathered by time, but his sharp blue eyes were unmistakable—the exact eyes that had captivated her in 1956.
“You haven't changed at all, Evelyn,” Thomas said, his voice deep, resonant, and impossibly clear over the roaring wind.
“Thomas... how are you standing here?” Evelyn wept, tears finally streaming down her aristocratic cheeks.
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“They locked me away in a federal facility beneath the ridge to exploit my energy patents,” Thomas explained quietly.
“Seventy years in the dark, Evelyn... waiting for the trust covenants to expire so I could reclaim my life,” he said.
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