I needed answers more than ever. Phil’s threats were growing darker, and my world was shifting faster than I could keep up. But something about the will kept gnawing at me. The mention of a sister. Of secrets hidden in the past.
I began to reminisce about my life.
How I went back.
Back to the house on Sycamore Lane.
Nanny Grace still lived there. The woman who raised me when my dad was too busy serving the country and the world seemed to forget I needed a mother. I hadn't seen her since the funeral. Too many emotions. Too much pain.
When I knocked on her door that evening, the familiar scent of cinnamon and old wood filled my lungs the moment she opened it.
Her eyes widened. "Kimberly?"
I nodded. "I need to talk. I think Dad hid something from me."
She stared at me for a moment bef
