Daniel Harper was not a man who believed in coincidence. As a corporate forensic auditor in Brisbane, he believed in patterns, leverage, and bank reconciliations.
When he slipped through his front door at 2:00 PM to pick up his forgotten passport, he froze. From the upstairs nursery came a laugh he had not heard in twelve years—the distinct, husky laugh of his late sister, Clara, who had supposedly drowned off Stradbroke Island in 2014.
