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Discovering The Truth
I couldn't sleep whole night, I was angry. All I could see in my mind was the picture. Maybe something happened to my father that Connor knows about, maybe that is what he is keeping away from me. My mother knew Dan, she knew him, she told me after my father died that she met Dan that following week because she had to get over my father's death. Will is there, he knew my father too, he even knew Dan back then. All of the thoughts ran through my mind the entire evening. I feel so angry. I get to my desk, Connor walks past me with a mug in his hand. His reading glasses in place. He looks at me briefly while walking towards his office. I sit down. I power up the computer. This is going to be a long day. I see the page of the basement on my desk. My mind just goes back to the picture. I write
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