Chapter 9

Michael stood outside Victoria's upscale lakefront condo, his hand trembling as he clutched my journal in one hand and his phone in the other. The recording I'd left behind was ready to play. My final gift to him—the truth he'd been too blind to see for seventeen years.

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Chapter 10

I watch from somewhere beyond as the morning news flickers across the television screen in our Lincoln Park townhouse. Michael sits motionless on the couch, his face gaunt, eyes hollow from weeks of sleepless nights. The news anchor's voice fills the room with practiced solemnity.

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