A man who had died years ago.
Tristan’s father.
My heart began beating faster.
Because suddenly, the story I thought had started with a mistaken SUV didn’t seem like a coincidence anymore.
I looked at the photograph again.
Then I noticed something I hadn’t seen before.
Written in the corner, barely visible beneath the faded ink, were four words:
“Find the missing file.”
I looked up slowly.
And for the first time since meeting Tristan Bellamy, I wondered if he knew exactly who I was before I ever told him my name.
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