Sebastian
Dolton walks back into the room with a determined expression and drops a large, heavy box onto the table. The thud echoes through the space, and the weight of the moment settles over all of us.
“What is this?” I ask, my gaze shifting between him and the box.
“This,” Dolton says, gesturing to the box, “is everything Celine’s mother brought with her, plus everything I’ve collected over the years from attending every single auction I could find. Pictures, videos—anything that might help.”
I step forward, pulling the box closer to me. The sheer amount of material inside is overwhelming—papers, photographs, and other documents spill over the edges.
“I went to find her,” Dolton continues, his voice steady but laced with frustration. “At every auction, I searched for Celine or anyo
