Chapter 218

　　Giovanni's Perspective 　　I didn't tell anyone what I was about to do—not even Tobias. Alone, I drove to the place where Fern had hidden the children all those years ago. This place wasn't new to me; it was located in a remote town, a bit far from the city—an off-the-beaten-path spot, perfect for Fern to hide both himself and his child. 　　The car bumped along the desolate countryside, with few people in sight and the occasional abandoned house. I had never realized how far this place was from civilization. 　　By the time I arrived, the sky had darkened slightly. The simple house still stood at the foot of the hill, the wooden frames above the windows weathered and faded. The years had left their mark on it. I parked my car and walked up to the door, my fingers resting on the knob. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever I was about to face. 　　I knocked. 　　The door opened, and there, standing in the doorway, was Fern's brother—Oliver. There was no surprise on his face, just a