The doorknob turned.
Slow.
Deliberate.
I couldn’t move.
My body refused.
Like fear had rooted me to the floor.
Another click.
The door creaked open.
And there he was.
Older than in the photograph.
But unmistakably the same man.
Sharp features.
Calm expression.
Eyes that saw too much.
My chest tightened.
For a second… we just stared at each other.
He didn’t look surprised.
