She has a husband and a child
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"still you hadn't checked what she had hidden in the room for years even out of curiosity."
"I have no courage to open the room."
"code."
"1803" Samuel unlocked the door of the room typing the four-digit code.
the room was dark as night as the walls were painted black.
"We should probably come in the morning"
"It's 2 pm not am." he grabbed her hand and entered the room. he left her after walking four to five steps.
"Hey, are you locking me in the dark room"
"For god sake, Al. I'm searching for a switchboard to on the lights." she hummed.
he couldn't find the switchboard near the entrance of the door. "Instead of standing like a statue can you at least on the phone torch."
"can't you simply say please switch on the phone torch." she on the phone torch and he couldn't find the switchboard in the room.
He slid the thick black curtains on one side which blocked the light from entering the room and opened the window the entire room brightened.
"every cupboard is empty. there is nothing to check here." she closed the last cupboard. there is only a bed and a few pieces of furniture in the room.
"Even the drawers are empty." he searched the bedside tables.
"Did we enter the right room?"
"Aunt Mel said to search the room beside the store room and It's the only room locked in the entire home."
she pulled the bedsheets from the bed and pillow covers. "Hey help me to lift it." she grabbed the end of bed Mattresses.
"Who would hide under them."
"I would. It's the best place to hide." he faceplamed.
"Let me first read the note again." he removed a light green-colored note from his pocket.
"Just search for the light and it will show you a way." she snatched the notes from his hand.
"Was she kidding? Do you find any lights in the room except the light from the window?"
"Window." They shout in unison.
"Even we took off the curtains from the window." she scoffed at the end.
"Aunt Mel's words would always have deep meanings."
"It will show you a way." he followed the ray of light which fell on the wooden floor.
"Could we hide anything under the floor" She walked on the floor and stomped her feet on the floor hard.
"but we could hide between the wood and floor."
"We need tools we can't break it with our legs."
"Just stay here until I bring tools."
"like I had any other option." she rolled her eyes. he shot her a glare before walking out of the room. He entered the room with the toolbox and cut it into a square shape with ease.
"What the heck?" There is a two feet's square hole in the floor.
"An antique box inside the floor. Did she hide some precious diamonds or gold coins in the box." he carefully took out the box from the floor and placed it on the table.
"we will find out if we open the box," she said
"Oh really, I don't know." he gave her a cheeky smile, and in reply she rolled her eyes.
he opened the box. the top of the box, there is an Album that hides everything beneath it. he placed the Album on the bed. then he handed her a few brown envelopes, a pendrive, ring, and a hard handmade black cardboard box one by one. She sat beside him on the bed and placed those items beside her.
"could you" she kept an Album in his hands.
"It's just an album." he turned the first page of the album. there was a picture of a woman and man at their wedding.
"Mom." she pointed her finger at the woman.
"she never mentioned anything about the marriage."
"Every time I raise any topic regarding the wedding or dad all she would say was he died before they married." she rest her head on his shoulders.
"should I go on" he wrapped his hand on her shoulder.
"Humm." she hummed.
he flipped the papers slowly to find anyone they knew but to luck, they hadn't found anyone so far.
"Aunt Clara." she pointed to a woman who stood beside her mother.
"It means my mother and your mother knew each other before they met in the hospital."
"Probably whatever they said from our young age should be lies." he nodded his head.
"There should be reason if they're hiding from us." he started to flip forward.
"look here, a newborn baby in Aunt Mel's hand." He pointed his finger at the picture where her mother was holding a small baby in her arms in a hospital bed.
"seems like I wasn't her only child." She wiped her tears harshly.
"Get a grip on yourself, Al. we can't find if you cry like a baby."
"how dare you to call me a crybaby." she raised her fist to punch.
"I just said a fact." he shrugged his shoulders.
"Whatever." she scoffed.
"Will you turn the page." he turned the forward.
"he is a boy."
"I could see." she fisted her plans.
"he should be thirty according to the date mentioned in the album."
"Five years before we were born."
"Technically, He is your older brother."
"He can even be my half-brother."
"Yeah, so we can't just jump directly to the conclusion."
"We haven't seen Aunt Clara on his birthday." he hummed in response. they had a lot of questions but there was no one to answer their questions.
there were thousands of pictures present in the album still they couldn't identify anyone other than their mothers.
"Here the boy was holding babies in his hand." the boy should be four years in the picture.
"Well, the album ends here."
"so."
"so" she raised her eyebrows.
"What should we do now?" he questioned her. "I have no idea." She interacts her fingers with his.
"Can we open these." she took the brown envelopes in her other hand and forwarded him.
"She specifically wrote names on each envelopes."
"Zayden Romano"
"Dante Romano
"Alexander Romano"
"Antonio Romano"
"Romano's" there eyes widened in realization.
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