Chapter 34

SARAH'S POV:

As we approached the basement door and swung it open, an unbearable stench wafted out, assaulting our senses.

"It smells like dead rats," Lawn remarked.

I covered my nose with my hand to block out the strong smell.

"Yeah, it doesn't go away unless you clean it very well with hydrogen," I explained.

As we looked around, hoping to find any evidence that might lead to my father's signature, we carefully examined the contents of the basement.

After a couple of minutes, Lawn stumbled upon a box filled with numerous documents. With curiosity piqued, he opened the box and discovered a tape. Without hesitation, he decided to play it.

"Sarah, how does this voice sound to you? To me, it sounds really sad. I think she was crying," Lawn asked me.

"What is that?" I inquired, leaning in to hear the voice more clearly. The voice sounds like the one I had listened to earlier.

As I listened closely to the recording, I recognized the voice as my mom's. It seemed to capture a moment from