“It means he spent more than twenty years knowing this day would eventually come.”
My phone vibrated again.
Another message.
It wasn’t from my mother.
Unknown number.
I opened the notification.
There were only four words.
DO NOT OPEN THAT DOOR.
My blood ran cold.
I looked up at Unit 17.
At that exact moment, a metallic sound echoed from inside.
Like a lock unlocking by itself.
The agent went pale.
“That’s impossible…” she whispered.
“What is?”
She slowly stepped backward.
“No one should be in there.”
Then the door to Unit 17 began to open.
Slowly.
Silently.
And just before it swung fully open, I heard a voice coming from the darkness.
A voice I had heard my entire life.
My father’s voice.
“Giuliano… if you’re hearing this, it means I’ve run out of time.”
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