Link to the Mustang
His eyes darted to the photo again, this time focusing on the background. There it was—the Mustang. The very same one he’d discovered in the woods.
“It’s the same car,” he said aloud, as a shiver ran down his spine. All the pieces were beginning to connect.
That car hadn’t been random. It was the key to the mystery of his origins—and everything he’d uncovered so far pointed directly to it.
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