Chapter 21 - A Wax Sealed Box Delivered On A Snow y Evening
On a snowy evening in late December, as Ethan read a bedtime story to Lily beside the fireplace, the doorbell rang quietly downstairs. Ethan walked to the front entrance, finding a wooden delivery box resting on the stone porch covered in fresh snow.
He brought the box into his private study, using an envelope opener to cut through the heavy red wax seal on the lid. Inside rested an old, silver pocket watch that had belonged to his late father, alongside a series of black-and-white surveillance photographs.
The photographs showed Ethan's late wife—Lily's biological mother—standing outside a medical clinic in Switzerland eight years ago.
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Tucked beneath the photos was a handwritten note in dark ink that made Ethan's blood run completely ice-cold:
“Vivian was just our scout, Ethan. Your first wife didn't die in a skiing accident... she's waiting for Lily in Geneva.”
