Chapter 15
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The photograph trembled slightly between Amara’s fingers as she stared at the face she had spent half her life trying to remember. It was Samuel—her father—but he looked younger than the man preserved in her childhood memories. He was standing beside a black car, one hand resting on the open door, while another man stood behind him.
Amara leaned closer.
Her breath caught.
She knew that man.
Daniel Kwon.
The realization sent a chill through her.
“Where did you get this?” Ethan asked quietly.
Amara turned. He was standing near the doorway, his expression unreadable.
“You knew about the photograph.”
“No.”
“You're lying.”
Ethan stepped closer. “Amara, listen to me. There are things about our fathers that neither of us understands.”
“Then help me understand.”
Before he could answer, her phone rang.
Ruth.
Amara answered immediately, but there was only silence.
“Ruth?”
A faint sound came through the line—a breath, followed by a whisper.
“Locker seventeen is not what you think.”
The call ended.
Amara lowered the phone slowly.
Ethan watched her.
“What did she say?”
Amara looked at him, remembering the warning in her mother’s letter.
Do not tell him everything.
“Nothing,” she said.
But for the first time, she knew exactly where she was going next.
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