CHAPTER 27
SECRETS
Carlos rang the doorbell of his old home a few days later. He hadn’t visited his father, Nicolas, in several months, given they were never close, even after his mother had died. He hoped to have a civil conversation but feared they would end up arguing, as usual.
Blooming flowers and trimmed bushes filled the front garden. Even the path to the door had been re-paved. The elder Mr. Silva never spared expenses when it came to maintaining his home. On the other hand, working on his relationship with Carlos took a back seat.
His father opened the door with a surprised expression. His hair looked even greyer over the last few weeks. He towered over Carlos, and his broad shoulders, permanent scowl, and bushy eyebrows lent him a powerful presence. He’d been handsome in his
