That silence was worse.
She stepped closer, hand trembling, barely daring to touch the air above it.
“It’s Melissa’s,” she whispered. “I made it with her…”
Gabriel closed his eyes. Fourteen years of absence, empty chairs, unanswered questions—all of it cracked open at once.
The search lasted until late night. The room looked ordinary—crucifix, old clock, heavy furniture—but nothing felt normal anymore. Everything carried a sense of secrecy. 
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