Chapter 12 - The Hidden Truth Regarding David’s Survival
Arthur felt the room tilt slightly as Eleanor's words echoed off the high ceilings of his private library.
"David didn't die in Boston Harbor, Arthur," Eleanor whispered, leaning closer to the desk light.
She pulled a black-and-white satellite photograph from the folder, placing it directly in front of the aging patriarch.
The photograph showed an adult man working in a small harbor yard on the island of Crete, Greece, dated only two weeks prior.
Despite the passing of twelve long years and a heavy beard, the facial structure and distinct scar above his left eye were unmistakable.
"David faked his death to protect Lily from the syndicate Ethan had entangled the family with," Eleanor explained gently.
"Why didn't he come to me? Why didn't he tell me the truth back then?" Arthur asked, tears finally swelling in his tired grey eyes.
"Because Ethan had placed a contract on David's life, and coming back would have put a target directly on Lily's head," Eleanor answered.
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Arthur bowed his head, holding his son's photograph against his chest as decades of unexpressed grief washed over his soul.
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