Chapter 2 - The Architect of ShadowsThe rain continued to lash against the glass buildings, but Patrick Gibson felt like he was standing in the middle of a desert. The photo in his hand was no longer just paper; it was a mirror of his own sins.
"She told you to find me?" Patrick whispered, his voice sounding like dry leaves.
Maisie nodded, her shivering finally slowing as Patrick’s shadow shielded her. "She kept this photo in her pocket every day. When she got sick, she wrote a name and an address on the back. She said if anything happened to her, I should go to this building. She said you were the man who built towers, so you’d be easy to find."
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Patrick flipped the photo over. On the back, in Rachel’s unmistakable, loopy handwriting, were the words: If you are reading this, Dad, you won. But I’m losing. Please, just look at her.
He felt a physical weight collapse his chest. He hadn't won. He had destroyed the only thing he actually owned—his own flesh and blood.
