Jonathan brought Oliver home. His housekeeper, Mrs. Alvarez, prepared food and a bath while Jonathan locked himself in his study, staring at the locket. He called his personal attorney, Charles Whitman.
“Charles, I need you here now. This involves Eleanor… and a child.”
Charles arrived quickly, listening carefully as Jonathan explained everything. “We need proof,” he said calmly. “DNA tests. And we need to investigate Eleanor’s past.”
The idea that Eleanor had hidden something so profound shook Jonathan, but anger never came. Only confusion and grief.
An investigation followed. Records were searched. Leads vanished. Weeks passed. Oliver settled quietly into the mansion, his presence filling the emptiness Jonathan hadn’t realized was still consuming him.
Finally, Charles called. “We found someone. A woman named Sofia Ramirez. Eleanor’s closest friend from college. She was also a nurse at a clinic where Eleanor was treated years ago.”
Jonathan remembered Eleanor mentioning an accident long before they met.
They traveled to a small coastal town and found Sofia living modestly. When she saw Jonathan, she cried.