Samantha King & Gregory Ford: Unearthing Their Stories

Previously

…“Samantha,” he began, his voice low and steady, the sound of their pact a silent promise between them. “There’s something I need to tell you. Something my father told me, years ago. Something I haven’t told anyone. Until now.” He took a deep breath, the scent of old paper and dust filling his lungs. The afternoon sun had long since faded, and the room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of the lamp on the side table. The shadows lengthened, deepening the mystery, but also, strangely, making the path ahead seem clearer. The journey had begun. The pact was sealed. And the truth, no matter how difficult, was finally within reach.