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Chapter 28 Died At A Young Age
Nathaniel sat quietly in the backseat of the car, his gaze fixed on the city lights as they passed by. The heavy rain outside blurred everything, and the occasional flashes of lightning illuminated the somber scene. Despite the storm, Nathaniel’s mind was clouded by thoughts of Cecilia—her face, her voice, and the lingering questions about her death that refused to leave him.
The memories were overwhelming, and every detail seemed to haunt him. He thought back to the words Cecilia had whispered to him, words that seemed to echo in his mind: Would you be sad if I died? His throat tightened at the thought, and the weight of that question sat heavy on his chest. Why did she ask him that? What did it mean?
His heart wavered between disbelief and an undeniable sense of loss. Even though the evidence was in front of him—Cecilia’s supposed death, the burial, the urn—he couldn’t accept it. Something felt wrong. Nathaniel had always been a man of logic, but his instincts told him that this wasn’t the whole truth. The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became that there was something he was missing.
What if she’s not dead? That thought lingered in the back of his mind, refusing to be silenced. He remembered Sparaville, the town Cecilia had mentioned to him so many times. It was a place she had seemed so attached to, a place she had asked to visit whenever they had a break. At the time, Nathaniel had dismissed it as unimportant, never questioning her need to go. But now, the significance of that place, that town, was starting to weigh on him.
His thoughts were interrupted by Mason’s voice. “Nathaniel, we’re almost back to the city. What are your plans now?”
Nathaniel didn’t immediately answer. His eyes remained fixed on the rain-soaked streets outside, and for a moment, he simply allowed the silence to envelop him. His thoughts were swirling with questions, doubts, and memories that refused to be pushed aside. How could he let go when everything about this situation felt so… wrong?
Finally, Nathaniel spoke, his voice cold and determined. “Find Martha. Find out everything you can about her, about Calvin, about Cecilia’s past. There’s something here, something we’re missing.”
Mason’s expression hardened at the gravity of Nathaniel’s words. He knew that when Nathaniel made a decision like this, there was no stopping him. It wasn’t just about finding answers anymore; it was about uncovering the truth, no matter how painful or difficult it might be.
The rest of the ride passed in silence, but the weight of Nathaniel’s resolve hung heavily in the air. His mind continued to race as the car made its way through the storm, but despite the exhaustion that weighed on him from the days of relentless searching, he couldn’t stop now. He couldn’t stop until he found the truth.
When they finally reached the city, Nathaniel didn’t hesitate. He gave Mason the orders, his voice unwavering. “I want to know everything about Cecilia’s life here. I want to know about the people she was close to, where she went, everything. We missed something, Mason. I can feel it.”
Mason nodded, sensing the intensity in Nathaniel’s voice. He had seen the man before—cold, calculating, and always in control. But now, there was something different in Nathaniel’s demeanor. It wasn’t just about business anymore. This was personal.
As Mason set off to carry out Nathaniel’s orders, the man himself leaned back in his seat, his mind still reeling from everything he had seen in Sparaville. The grave. The urn. The photos of Cecilia from her childhood. They all pointed to one undeniable fact: she was gone. And yet, the more he thought about it, the more he felt like he was being lied to.
The night was far from over. Nathaniel was determined to uncover the truth, even if it meant digging deeper into Cecilia’s past than he had ever intended.
