Chapter 35
Threads of the Truth Anna stood by the staircase, her heart pounding as she stared at Noah’s phone left carelessly on the console table. The screen was still on. A recent call displayed boldly: Detective Marlon – 8 mins She swallowed. Her fingers trembled as she touched the screen. She knew that name. From the past. From their past. Why was Noah contacting him? She dropped the phone as if it had burned her and rushed back upstairs, trying to calm the storm inside her chest. The man she had loved, the man who forgot her, was now digging—possibly remembering. And that terrified her. --- Meanwhile – Noah’s Meeting with Marlon Noah met the retired detective at an old café downtown. “You were right to call me,” Marlon said. He slid a thin file across the table. “Daniel Grant isn’t who
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