September 3, 2026

Thought It Was Just a Letter… Until It Took Me Down a Path I Could Never Turn Back From.

Because the door slammed.

Not by accident.

Not from a draft.

On purpose.

Then came the turn of metal against metal.

The lock catching.

‘Mateo?’ I shouted, already moving toward the stairs. ‘What are you doing?’

No answer.

Only footsteps climbing away.

Two sets.

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