The cold wind howled through the streets of Chicago, rattling the windows of George's apartment like an unwelcome visitor demanding entry. Winter had arrived early, painting the city in shades of gray and white, a fitting backdrop for the darkness that still lingered in George's heart.
He sat at his desk, surrounded by documents, photographs, and letters that told the story of his family's sins. The diary was open before him, its worn pages a testament to the countless hours he'd spent searching for answers. But even now, even after everything he'd uncovered, there was still a hollow feeling in his chest. A sense that something was missing.
Sam found him there, her footsteps soft on the hardwood floor.
"You've been at this for hours," she said, placing a hand on his shoulder.
George lo
