Chapter 19 - The Final Confrontation In The Study As Snow Falls
Late Sunday night, as heavy snow blanketed the grounds of the estate, a single visitor arrived at the iron gates. It was my uncle Marcus’s personal attorney, carrying a sealed envelope bearing an urgent wax seal.
I opened it in the study by the roaring fireplace, scanning the handwritten note scrawled on official stationery. It wasn't from Marcus; it was a final confession written by my late father before he died.
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The letter revealed that my father had known about the plot all along and chose silence to protect the family name. The rot had started long before Ewan or I were born, rooted deep in the mafia underworld we inherited.
I tossed the letter into the blazing fire, watching the paper curl and blacken into ash. The past was dead, burned away like the wreckage of Pier 44, leaving only the future to be written.
