Emerging from a five-year stint behind bars, Anthony chose to pay respects at the grave of his deceased girlfriend, Sophia. As he bent closer to the headstone, his face drained of color at the sight before him…

You’re saying Sophia didn’t die in that accident? George looked at him seriously. All indications are that it wasn’t her. And if that’s true, someone worked hard to hide what really happened.

The revelation hung over them like a shadow. George knew he was entering dangerous territory, but he also understood that he couldn’t abandon his friend at that moment. I’ll keep investigating, Anthony, but you need to be prepared for what you might find.

This goes beyond an identity swap. If Robert Clark is involved, there could be much more behind it. Anthony nodded, the weight of the situation pressing on his chest.

But at the same time, he felt a new strength emerging. He wasn’t alone. George was by his side, and together they would get to the bottom of that mystery, no matter the cost.

Anthony wandered the city streets like a ghost, searching for answers in places that were once refugees of happy moments. Every corner seemed laden with memories of Sophia. Her laughter, her gaze, everything now distant like a fading dream.

He knew that to find the truth, he would need to revisit the past, no matter how much it hurt. The first place he visited was the small café where they used to spend their afternoons. The familiar aroma of fresh coffee enveloped him as soon as he entered.

The furniture was the same, but the atmosphere seemed empty, devoid of life. He approached the counter, trying to extract some information from the attendant, but no one seemed to remember Sophia. The reality was harsh.

Five years had passed, and he needed to move forward. After leaving the café, Anthony went to the central square, where he used to walk with Sophia at dusk. As he observed the wooden benches and the trees swaying in the wind, he noticed a man sitting in a corner, his face partially hidden by a cap.

There was something familiar about him, and Anthony approached cautiously. «‘Excuse me,’ Anthony began, hesitantly. «‘You’re Charles, aren’t you?’ The man slowly lifted his head.

It was Charles, a former employee of the Clark family who had long since disappeared from the city. He looked dejected, his face marked by time and disillusionment. «‘Anthony.’ «‘I can’t believe it.

You’re out?’ Charles asked, his voice low and hoarse. «‘I am, and I need answers. You worked for Robert Clark.

Tell me, what happened to Sophia?’ Anthony could barely contain the urgency in his voice. Charles looked around, as if fearing someone was listening, before gesturing for Anthony to sit beside him. «‘Listen, kid, I shouldn’t be talking to you, but—’ He paused, taking a deep breath.

«‘Robert sent Sophia away right after the accident. She was alive, but she was forced to go to another city, far from everyone.’ Anthony felt his heart race. Why? Why would he do that? Charles hesitated, but finally murmured, «‘Because she was pregnant.

And Robert would never accept that his daughter had a child of her own. He thought it would tarnish the family name. The ground seemed to vanish beneath Anthony’s feet.

Sophia was pregnant. He had a child. It was as if all the pieces were starting to fit together, revealing a much more sinister scheme than he had imagined.

«‘Where is she now? Do you know where Robert sent her?’ Anthony asked, gripping Charles’s arm tightly. «‘I don’t know. I only know that he placed her somewhere far from here, and that he had the help of powerful people to erase any trace.

After that I got out of that job. I couldn’t continue to be part of it.’ Charles stood up, looking at Anthony with a sombre expression. «‘If you’re going to mess with Robert Clark, be careful…