Theo’s POV :-
The vault’s oppressive atmosphere seemed to constrict around us, as I stared at Grandfather, bound and helpless on the unforgiving countertop. Cloaked in bright fluorescent light but it felt like shadows flickered on the cold metal wall. I stood there, my chest heaved grappling with the surreal reality of what I was about to do.
My grandfather, the man I had looked up to all my life, was bound and gagged on the cold, he had been my anchor, the one constant in my tumultuous life, now an embodiment of a web of deceit I couldn’t fathom.
“Why?” I demanded, my voice trembled with a mix of anger and betrayal. “What else did you lie about?” the question was a plea for answers that could never fully heal the wounds he had inflicted.
His eyes clouded with shame, which I thought wa
