Chapter 21 - A Sealed Metal Container Uncovered At The Shorehouse
Late one foggy autumn afternoon, while contractors were renovating the basement floor of our new beach house, they hit a thick steel plate. The workers brought up a heavy, rusted metal ammunition box that had been buried beneath the concrete foundation forty years ago.
Inside the box rested a sealed glass jar containing an old cassette tape, a pair of bloodstained gold cufflinks, and a photo of Mark's father.
Tucked beneath the photo was a handwritten letter addressed to Mark, written in faded red ink that made my heart stop beating:
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“If you are reading this, Mark, Arthur didn't act alone when he stole the trust... your mother Diane wasn't your real mother either.”
Mark slowly turned the letter over, staring out at the foggy ocean as the dark truth began to unravel all over again...
