Handwriting
Luke flipped the photo over with trembling hands. On the back, neat handwriting sprawled across in dark ink. His chest tightened with every word. This wasn’t random.
It was a record, a clue left deliberately. Keller leaned closer, silent now. Luke’s lips moved, whispering the words aloud, his disbelief mounting with each line. The truth on the back changed everything.
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