Chapter 4: The Forgotten Room
The old district was draped in thick morning fog. I pulled my coat tight and walked down the alley toward a dilapidated brick building. The key Sarah had hidden inside the locket fit perfectly into the rusted padlock of unit 402.
Inside, the room smelled of old paper and fresh rain. Sunlight cut through the dusty air, illuminating a crib, a small wooden desk, and walls covered in detailed medical records and financial statements.
Sarah had been building a case against Victor long before her ""accident."" She had discovered that Victor was embezzling millions from the charity fund dedicated to pediatric research—the very fund meant to treat rare genetic heart conditions.
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On the desk lay a small plush rabbit. Beneath it was a sealed envelope addressed to me: If you are reading this, Julian, Victor has made his move. Look for Evelyn at Saint Jude's Haven. She carries your blood, and she needs your protection.
Tears scorched my eyes. Sarah had sacrificed her freedom to hide our second daughter from Victor’s ruthless reach.
