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Previously

…And with every chime, I became more certain that the truth about our families was not simply hidden. It had been deliberately divided. Piece by piece. Person by person. Until nobody knew the whole story. I placed the photograph beside the silver pendant and the brass key. Tomorrow, I would speak to Mrs. Whitmore. Tomorrow, I would ask about the night the music stopped. And tomorrow, Alexander would learn that his mother had been part of the mystery all along. I turned off the lamp. But even in the darkness, one thought remained with me. I had finally found someone I wanted to trust. I only hoped the truth would not give me a reason to regret it.