Information about my mother's family.
Their hometown.
Rosewood Town.
The Whitemore family.
Whitemore Industries.
Their home address.
And finally...
A business card.
Uncle Herbert's name was printed neatly across it, together with his personal contact number.
A bitter smile found its way onto my lips.
I still remembered that night.
The night I finally gathered enough courage to call him.
I had stared at that little card for what felt like hours, wondering whether he would believe a complete stranger claiming to be his late sister's daughter.
Alexander had been in his study working that night.
After hesitating countless times, I finally dialed the number.
To my surprise...
Uncle Herbert listened patiently.
He believed every word I said.
I never mentioned Alexander.
Nor did I tell him why I truly wanted to leave.
I only told him that I wanted to meet my mother's family.
He didn't question me.
Instead, he promised to arrange everything.
And he kept that promise.
