Chapter 10 - TRUTH AT THE MIDPOINT
Two weeks passed.
Slowly, life began to feel normal again. Noah returned to school. Clara resumed her work. The security presence remained but grew quieter each day. I slept through the night for the first time in years. The locket rested on my bedside table. I held it often—my wife’s face smiling up at me, eternal and unchanging.
Yet questions lingered.
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Silas had spoken of a confession letter. Vanessa had mentioned emailing it everywhere. I had seen no copy. The police had not referenced it in their reports. It was as if it had vanished the moment she spoke those words.
One evening, I sat in my late wife’s study—her father’s study before her. I ran my fingers along the spines of old law books, through boxes of yellowed correspondence. Silas claimed his father had been cheated. Mara claimed
