Near the bottom of one brittle page, Ethan’s gaze snagged on a faded column listing the households along Riverside Street. The print was smudged, the numbers uneven, but one line leapt out at him: 25 Riverside. His fingers tightened on the key tag in his pocket—the same address, etched in brass.
Beside the number was a surname: Blackwood. Ethan copied it carefully into his notebook, circling it twice. The page gave nothing more—no mention of what became of the family, no hint of survival or loss. Just a name, anchored to an address that no longer existed.