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Chapter 32 THE MAN WHO SHOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD
Victor Kane took an involuntary step backward. It was a small movement, barely noticeable, yet everyone saw it. Victor Kane was not a man who backed away from anything. The warehouse fell silent, and even the rain outside seemed to soften as Selma turned toward the entrance.A tall, broad-shouldered man stood in the broken doorway, dressed in a dark overcoat with silver hair that gleamed beneath the dim warehouse lights. Without hurry, fear, or permission, he stepped inside. Water dripped from the edges of his coat as his polished shoes echoed across the concrete floor—one step, then another. The armed men immediately raised their weapons, but the stranger didn't react; he didn't even glance at them. His eyes remained fixed on Victor, who looked as though he had just seen a ghost."No," the word slipped from Victor's lips before he could stop it.The stranger smiled—not warmly, and not cruelly. It was the smile of a man who had waited a very long time for this moment. "Hello, Vict
Chapter 31 THE MAN HE CALLED FATHER
The notebook hit the concrete floor with a dull thud. No one moved; no one spoke. The photograph lay between them like an unexploded bomb. Rain hammered against the warehouse roof while the wind howled through the shattered entrance, but Selma heard only one thing—his own heartbeat: fast, violent, and unsteady.His eyes remained fixed on the photograph of Victor Kane and Matilde Elias, taken three years before he was born. Beneath it, Rafael's handwriting burned into his mind: The boy must never know the truth."No," the word slipped through his clenched teeth. No one responded.Selma slowly lifted his gaze to Victor. The older man stood perfectly still, his face unreadable. There was no guilt, no pride, no fear—nothing. And somehow, that made everything worse. Selma turned to Matilde. Tears streamed down her face, and for the first time in his life, she looked fragile, human, and broken. He hated it, because he wanted someone to blame, someone to hate, someone to punish. Instead
Chapter 30 THE SECRET RAFAEL TOOK TO HIS GRAVE
Selma felt the world tilt beneath his feet. For several seconds, he couldn't hear anything—not the rain, the shouting, or the wind screaming through the broken warehouse entrance. Nothing. Only Matilde's words echoed in his mind: Rafael was protecting them from you.His chest tightened painfully. "What?" The word escaped as a whisper.Matilde stood frozen between him and the gun, tears streaming down her face. Years ago, seeing her cry would have meant nothing to him; today, it terrified him. She looked like a woman standing at the edge of a cliff, carrying a secret too heavy to survive.The tall man let out a short, bitter laugh. "Looks like we're finally telling stories.""Matilde," Victor's voice cut through the tension—sharp, immediate, a warning.She ignored him, her eyes never leaving Selma. The way she looked at him unsettled him more than anything else. There was fear there, but something else too—the kind of fear a parent feels when watching a child approach danger.Se
Chapter 29 THE WOMAN HE SWORE NEVER TO SEE AGAIN
Selma’s heart nearly stopped for a moment, he thought he was imagining her.Inside the warehouse, the lights flickered as rain poured through the shattered entrance and the wind howled through the building and yet, Matilde Elias remained standing there real, alive and staring directly at him.Twenty years of anger surged through his chest so violently that it stole his breath, his fingers tightened around the notebook, the sharp edges digging into his skin, but he barely felt it. All he could see was her: the woman who destroyed Rafael, the woman who stood by while his father drowned in depression, and the woman who had locked the door on the night Rafael died. She was the one person he had spent years trying to erase from his life. A dozen memories crashed into him at once: his father sitting silently at the dinner table, his trembling hands, his tears, and ultimately, his grave. Every old wound seemed to reopen simultaneously."Selma."The sound of her voice hit him harder t
Chapter 28 THE PHOTOGRAPH THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING
Selma couldn't move.The photograph lay in the dust at his feet as rain hammered against the warehouse roof. The sound felt distant now, muted, as though the world had suddenly slipped underwater.His eyes remained locked on the image. Matilde Elias, Victor Kane, Rafael Elias standing together comfortably smiling.The photograph had been taken five years before Rafael's death. Selma's pulse thundered in his ears.No.It didn't make sense slowly, he bent down and picked up the photograph. The paper felt cold in his fingers and really too far.He studied it again, searching for an explanation, a mistake and any reason that could make sense of what he was seeing.But the faces remained unchanged. His mother, Victor and his father are together.Selma looked up sharply, the tallest man was watching him closely, almost as if he were enjoying every second of his confusion."Surprised?" the man asked with a smile.Selma's jaw tightened. "What is this?" The man's smile widened."A family memor
Chapter 27 THE VOICE IN THE DARKNESS
Selma stopped so suddenly that Gabriel almost collided with him. The warehouse fell silent once again, leaving only the distant drip of water echoing through the darkness.His eyes remained fixed on the phone screen as the message glowed beneath the flashlight's beam.IF YOU HEAR HER VOICE, RUN.A cold sensation crept through his chest. Gabriel noticed the change in his expression immediately."What is it?" he asked.Selma didn't answer, instead he turned the screen toward him. The old man's face instantly drained of color."No..."The word barely escaped his lips.Then the woman's voice echoed through the warehouse again. Weak, fragile and desperate."Please..."The sound came from deeper inside the building, somewhere beyond the rows of abandoned machinery.Gabriel's breathing grew uneven as his eyes darted nervously through the darkness."We need to leave."Selma looked toward the source of the voice, his pulse hammering in his ears. Every instinct warned him that something was wro
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