LETTERS FROM MOTHER

What kind of joke is that?

Maybe that was the question that formed in Davel's head after he finished reading every writing on the back of the photos he found in Davel Clayton's savings box.

Everything was so unexpected, and that was why he even dropped his body to the floor and sat weakly on the cold marble instead of continuing to crouch in front of the metal box.

The photos were still in his hand, and some of them were scattered in his lap as he still couldn't believe the information he had just received.

Today, he had managed to find out the truth about Ruben Clayton, and he didn't even know whether other people knew it or not. Davel Clayton must have known that since he was the one who kept the pictures in the box, but who else would know about that?