Daniel showed me an old photograph on his phone. It featured Michael standing outside the restaurant beside a young woman named Emily. According to Daniel, she had been Michael’s sister. They had inherited the restaurant from their father, but a family disagreement had separated them.
Michael had disappeared shortly afterward. I looked again at the bubbles on my pizza. The pattern resembled the initials M and E, followed by several numbers. Daniel suddenly became pale. Those numbers matched the date of their father’s final birthday, an evening neither sibling had ever discussed publicly.
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