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PART 2: «The Last Message the Boys Left Behind»

“Parents,” the little girl finished.

The word shattered the silence.

The mother let out a broken sob and nearly collapsed into the leaves. The father caught her, but his own hands were shaking now.

The little girl stepped closer to the stone and held out the toy soldier.

“He told me not to be scared,” she said. “He said I had to wait for you.”

The father took the soldier with trembling fingers. It felt heavier than it should.

He turned it over and found a tiny slit in the back.

Inside was a folded scrap of paper, protected from the dirt all these years.

His breath caught as he opened it.

The note was written in a child’s uneven handwriting.

They are not our real parents. But they loved us like real ones. Please find our little sister. Don’t leave her here alone.

The mother cried out and covered her mouth.

The little girl looked down at the wet leaves.

“They said my name is Lily,” she whispered. “They said if I ever saw the lady in the black coat, I should tell her they didn’t feel alone when they died.”

The mother stared at her through tears.

Years ago, the orphanage had told them the boys had no surviving family. They adopted them, loved them, and never knew a younger sister had been hidden away in another building.

The father’s voice broke.

“How do you have this?”

The girl blinked slowly.

“The older one put it in my hand the night of the fire,” she said. “He told me to remember.”

The mother looked at the child’s face again.