The sun was nearly gone, casting long shadows over the quiet compound. Arthur walked slowly toward the main house, his shoulders heavy, his face tense like something was stuck in his chest that he couldn’t quite shake off. He found his uncle in the study, a book open in his lap. Diego noticed the look on his nephew’s face immediately."You look like your thoughts are chewing you up," Diego said, closing the book. "Rough day?"Arthur let out a long sigh, brushing his hand over his forehead like he was trying to wipe the feeling off his skin. "The day itself was fine. I fixed the fence. The woman was happy with the work." He paused and looked at his bruised hands. "But something happened when I was leaving. I saw a woman, a man, and a little boy. Just standing there across the road."Diego raised an eyebrow. "And?""I don’t know what it was," Arthur said, frustration creeping into his voice. "I just… the woman’s laugh it felt like I’d heard it before. The man looked at me like he knew m

The sun was barely up when Arthur packed a bag and left the compound.He didn’t say a word to Diego. Couldn’t. Wouldn’t. Not yet.There was no plan, just a pull in his chest that refused to loosen. The boy from yesterday, the strange stares, the woman’s laugh—it had cracked something open. He couldn’t pretend anymore. Something was missing. And if no one was going to give him answers, then he would find them himself.He’d seen the notice on a worn-out bulletin board two towns over. Now Hiring: Callahan Mansion. In need of full-time domestic help. ID Required. It was simple enough. A name, a few lies, and he could walk right into the home that tugged at something deep inside him. He didn’t know why, but it felt like the answers were there. Something was waiting for him inside that house.Maybe someone.Maybe himself.****Later That Day Callahan MansionThe Callahan estate was alive with quiet movement. Diana had resumed working part-time at the hospital, and Jasper had grown into a st

The room was quiet. The breeze from the open window lifted the curtains gently, casting strips of sunlight across Arthur’s face as he stood in quiet contemplation. A towel rested on his shoulder he had just finished cleaning and his eyes were fixed on the floor, yet his thoughts were elsewhere, deeper than the surface he stood on.“I think I need to go back home for some time,” he murmured to himself, voice low and heavy. “I need to explain better to them that I didn't run away from home. I just needed to find my way around... and try to go back to living my life, not depending on my family.”It wasn’t guilt that weighed him down. It was something heavier—an unshakable sense of unfinished business. And perhaps, somewhere deep inside, it was the echo of a life he hadn’t fully remembered.Wiping his hands one last time, he folded the towel and draped it over his shoulder before walking out. His steps were slow, deliberate, as he made his way to Mr. Callahan’s office. He reached the door

The silence in Diego’s house still lingered in Arthur’s chest as he stepped out into the cooling afternoon air. His footsteps were steady, but his mind wasn’t. He walked like someone who had seen a ghost—only this time, the ghost might have been himself.The streets passed in a blur. His thoughts replayed everything Mr. Callahan had said.> “He is my son… we reunited again after twenty years only to spend four years together before he died again in that fire.”And then the photograph. That picture. The face.It wasn’t his. But it looked too much like him. It was almost as if the man in that photo had lived the life Arthur could’ve had. A real family. A father who mourned him. A wife. A child. A legacy.Arthur clenched his jaw and walked faster.He didn’t know why it unsettled him so much. He didn’t know why he felt like that old man’s grief weighed on his own chest. He wasn’t Caleb. He wasn’t Mr. Callahan’s son. He was Arthur. A man who knew next to nothing about his past, who was onl

Arthur sat on the balcony of the Callahan mansion, his gaze distant. A cool breeze brushed against his skin, but he didn't notice. His mind was replaying a forgotten scene. He saw himself at a grand gala, a young man named Caleb, who was only a delivery boy then. He remembered standing beside Diana, pretending to be her fiancé to save her from an arranged marriage. He could almost feel the tension when a boy named Tony, filled with hatred, had started a fight. The memory was sharp. He saw Tony grab Caleb, and in that moment, Mr. Callahan's eyes had fallen on the necklace around Caleb's neck. It was the same necklace Mr. Callahan's late wife had. A simple glass of wine, a quick DNA test, and the astonishing discovery that Caleb was his long-lost son.This memory was the first domino to fall. Suddenly, a flood of other memories rushed back. The first time he had kissed Diana, the passion they shared, the introduction of Darius as his assistant, and Daphne as his bodyguard. He remembered