It was past midnight when my phone buzzed.
I rubbed my eyes, half expecting another message from Carson, maybe checking in. But it wasn’t from him, It was from an unknown number. No name. Just a single sentence:
“Meet me where it all began.”
I stared at it, my heart thudding.
“ What did that even mean? Where did it all begin…?” I asked myself.
And then it hit me that it might mean my childhood home, the estate that I grew up in.
What used to be ours before it was seized and locked away like the rest of my past. That was where everything began, where the night of the gala had ended, where my father returned furious and broken.
I slipped out of bed and got dressed in silence. I didn’t tell Carson,I wasn’t sure if I should tell him about it.
The city was quiet as I rode in a cab thro
