Sophie sat in her office, staring at the old envelope in her hand. It had arrived that morning, addressed to her in bold, neat handwriting. There was no return address, only a faint scent of lavender emanating from the paper. She had almost dismissed it as junk mail, but curiosity won out.
Inside was a single piece of cream-colored stationery with a cryptic message:
"The answers you seek lie where the sun sets on the roses. Follow the thorns to find your roots."
Her heart raced as she read the words over and over. Was this some kind of joke? But who would play such a cruel prank? She thought about Ethan, about sharing the letter with him, but they hadn't spoken in weeks, and this felt too personal to share with anyone.
Instead, she decided to investigate on her own.
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The first clue in the letter, "where the sun sets on the roses," led her to Rosehill Cemetery on the outskirts of town. It was a sprawling, eerie place, its old iron gates creaking as she pushed them open. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the headstones. Sophie felt a chill run down her spine as she stepped inside.
She wandered through the rows of graves, her eyes scanning the names and dates. Just as she was about to give up, she spotted a single white rose placed on an unmarked grave. Attached to it was another note:
"The roots grow deep, but the branches reach far. Seek the keeper of records to uncover the truth."
Her mind buzzed with questions. Who was leaving these notes? And how did they know about her?
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Sophie's next stop was the city archives, a dusty old building filled with filing cabinets and microfilm machines. She approached the counter, where an elderly man with thick glasses and a kind smile greeted her.
"I'm looking for information about a grave at Rosehill Cemetery," she said, sliding the note across the counter.
The man raised an eyebrow but didn't ask questions. "Unmarked graves can be tricky," he said, shuffling off to a back room.
Minutes later, he returned with a yellowed folder. "This might help. The grave was purchased under the name 'Margaret Winters' in 1995. No other details."
"Margaret Winters?" Sophie whispered. The name meant nothing to her, but it felt significant. She thanked the man and left, the folder clutched tightly in her hands.
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Her next stop was a diner on the edge of town. Sophie didn't know why, but something about the place felt familiar. Inside, a waitress in her forties approached her table.
"Coffee?" the waitress asked, her smile warm but her eyes guarded.
"Yes, please," Sophie said, pulling out the folder. As she flipped through the sparse documents, the waitress returned with her coffee and paused.
"That name," the waitress said, pointing at the paper. "Margaret Winters. She used to come here all the time, always ordered the same thing—apple pie and black coffee."
Sophie's pulse quickened. "Do you remember anything else about her?"
The waitress hesitated. "Not much. She was quiet, kept to herself. But there was one thing—she always wore a locket with a baby's picture inside."
A locket? Sophie's fingers brushed against her own neck, where her usual pendant rested. Could it be?
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As Sophie left the diner, she felt a presence behind her. Turning quickly, she saw a man in a trench coat watching her from across the street. His face was shadowed by a fedora, and he seemed to vanish as soon as she blinked.
Her heart pounded as she hurried to her car, glancing over her shoulder the entire way.
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Back home, Sophie spread the documents out on her table, trying to piece together the puzzle. The name, the grave, the diner—it all pointed to Margaret Winters, but who was she?
A knock at the door startled her. She opened it to find a woman she didn't recognize, dressed in a sleek black suit.
"Miss Carter?" the woman asked.
"Yes?"
The woman handed her a card. "My name is Agent Lila Morgan. I work for a private investigative firm. We've been tracking a series of anomalies related to adoption records in this area. We believe you might be connected."
Sophie's breath caught. "Adoption records?"
Agent Morgan nodded. "We can't discuss details here, but we believe your biological mother may have been involved in something… unusual. If you're willing, we'd like to help you uncover the truth."
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Sophie hesitated, staring at the card as the weight of it all sank in. The cryptic notes, the grave, the mysterious agent—it all felt like a scene out of a detective movie. But this was her life, her past.
And she was determined to find out where she came from.