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When I opened the king, I found a longer letter, folded carefully. His handwriting was shaky but unmistakable.
He wrote that the chess set wasn’t just a gift—it was a map. A record of our life together. A reminder that he had noticed everything I had done for him, even the things I thought went unseen.
I sat among wooden pieces and memories, tears spilling silently.
At the bottom of the letter was one final instruction:
“Turn the board over.”
The Hidden Compartment
The underside seemed ordinary until faint scratches formed a pattern. I pressed one square, and the board clicked open. A hidden compartment slid out.
Inside was a sealed envelope filled with bank documents.
Dad had quietly been saving money for years—more than the value of the house, more than everything Lara inherited. And every cent was left to me.
Beside the papers was his final note:
“Lara chases what she can see. You’ve always valued what matters. That’s why this is yours.”
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