King's Kane
But instead, he swallowed it all, his body trembling as silent sobs wracked him.
Ven, who had been buried in his research, finally noticed. He stood, his concern evident as he approached. “Kane?”
But Kane barely registered his presence. His mind was spiraling.
The informant—the person who had sent him the voicemail—had been with him all these years, chasing the same answers.
It was none other than King’s brother.
The one they all thought had died fifteen years ago.
Kane’s breath hitched. He remembered the first time he met King. Kane had been only eight, and King was twelve. That day, Kane had gone to the playground, excited to play, only to find King sitting alone on a swing, silently cryin
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