Nathan
It’d been a few days back at my parents' house.
I found myself back in my father’s study, the gloomy light making the shadows stretch like long fingers across the room.
The scent of old leather and dusty books wrapped around me, once a comfort, now feeling like chains.
In my grip, a tattered folder, its pages yellowed with age, held secrets that had taunted me since I stumbled upon them…papers filled with betrayal and a tragedy that linked both Jake’s family and mine… together.
One photo in particular had grabbed my attention, showing my dad and a man all chummy, grinning as they clasped hands.
Jacob’s Dad.
It was taken right before the fire that wiped out Jacob’s family. The photo was a stark f*****g reminder of the messed-up history we shared.
I’d found the folder
