Part 11: The New Normal
Part 11: The New Normal
Four years passed.
The foundation grew.
We built something beautiful from the ashes of the Vale empire.
My daughter, Lily, was five now.
Smart.
Quiet.
Observant.
She had Caleb’s eyes.
And my father’s spirit.
We lived a quiet life.
Away from the cameras.
Away from the high-society games.
But peace is a fragile thing.
Especially when your last name used to mean power.
It started on a Tuesday.
A single envelope on my desk.
No stamp.
No return address.
Just my name.
Written in silver ink.
I opened it.
Inside was a single photograph.
Hawthorne Manor.
The house I sold.
But it wasn't an old photo.
It was taken yesterday.
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And someone had written on the back.
“Did you really think it was over?”
