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Jun 10, 2026

The boutique remained frozen in silence.

Rain hammered the windows harder than before.

Daniel stared at the old man as if reality itself had broken.

“You died,” he whispered.

The old man shook his head slowly.

“They told you that because your grandfather paid them to.”

Daniel’s breathing became sharp.

“No… no, that’s impossible.”

The old man reached into his soaked coat and pulled out an old photograph.

A little boy.

A father.

The same watch.

Daniel’s knees nearly gave out.

“I searched for you for twenty years,” the old man whispered. “Every birthday. Every city.”

The salesman and customers watched in complete silence now.

Ashamed.

Daniel looked down at the engraving again.

Then his expression suddenly changed.

Fear.

“There’s something else, isn’t there?”

The old man’s eyes darkened.

“They didn’t just separate us.”

Daniel’s voice trembled.

“What do you mean?”

The old man leaned closer.

“Your grandfather murdered your mother the night he took you.”

The entire store stopped breathing.

Daniel dropped the watch.

CLANG.

“No…”

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