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"What are you doing here, John?" my father demanded, his voice tinged with confusion and authority. But in that moment, I couldn't distinguish whether he was my father or my brother. A bittersweet smile crossed my lips, laced with pain. Now I understood— my dreams and Elenores dreams.
"John! Answer me!" he urged, his tone growing more insistent.
But all I could focus on was piecing together the puzzle that lay before me. "How much did you hear, John?" Uncle Luke asked, his voice calm yet probing.
They both stared at me, their expressions a mixture of concern and bewilderment. I fell silent, realizing my assumptions were correct, yet I hadn't anticipated we were in such a complex situation.
"John?" Matt said, his voice breaking through my thoughts.
