Chapter 8 - The Truth About My FatherThe arrests spread across the city.
Black Harbor collapsed within weeks.
Accounts were frozen.
Companies were seized.
Dozens of people were arrested.
But one question remained.
Who killed my father?
Victor hadn't.
He had only been involved in the financial war surrounding him.
Daniel found the answer.
A former associate named Harold Mason.
He had betrayed my father years earlier.
He was eventually arrested.
When I learned the truth, I felt strangely empty.
I had spent so long imagining revenge.
But revenge didn't bring my father back.
Instead, I visited his grave.
I brought his favorite flowers.
“I finally understand you,” I whispered.
The wind moved through the trees.
“You were trying to protect me.”
I sat there for nearly an hour.
Then I heard footsteps.
Daniel.
He stopped several feet away.
“I can leave.”
I looked at him.
“Stay.”
He sat beside me.
Neither of us spoke for a long time.
Finally, he said:
“I know I can't undo what I did.”
“No.”
“I know you don't owe me forgiveness.”
“No.”
“But I want to spend the rest of my life proving that I regret it.”
I looked at him.
“Regret isn't enough.”
“I know.”
“Trust isn't rebuilt with promises.”
“I know.”
“It takes years.”
“I'll give you years.”
I smiled sadly.
“You might not get them.”
He looked at me.
“Then I'll spend whatever time I have doing it right.”
I didn't answer.
But I didn't ask him to leave.
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That was enough.
For now.
