Chapter 7 - The Ghost Of The Past
The tattoos on Thomas’s knuckles and wrists weren't just random military ink; they were topographic mountain lines mapping the exact peaks of the Cascades.
Only one person in the world had ever drawn those specific mountain lines for him—his younger sister, Sarah, who had vanished ten years ago.
“What did your mother look like, Lily?” Thomas asked, his voice suddenly thick with suppressed emotion and urgency.
“She had blonde hair like me, and she wore a gold pin with a blue teardrop stone just like the one in your desk drawer,” Lily answered innocently.
Thomas stood up abruptly, walking over to his mahogany desk and pulling open a secret drawer that required a biometric fingerprint scan.
Inside sat the exact golden feather brooch with a teardrop blue jewel that his sister had worn the day she disappeared.
He picked it up, feeling the familiar cold gold against his palm as his mind raced through a decade of painful unanswered questions.
Sarah hadn't died in a hiking accident in the Rocky Mountains as the corporate trustees had claimed.
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She had been hunted down by the same syndicate board that now controlled the New York real estate investments.
And somehow, her daughter—Thomas’s own niece—had been delivered straight to his doorstep disguised as a foster placement.
