After the funeral, Alex and I had returned to the Montenegro Mansion. It had been both emotionally and physically draining. I had witnessed a son saying goodbye to his father. I knew Alex still had unsaid words lingering within him. The weight of not confronting his father one last time, saying all he wanted to say, still bore down on him. Part of him wanted to demand answers from his father, while another part sought forgiveness. I knew that if he could just forgive, he'd heal faster. Yet his father had taken many secrets to the grave. He had never explained his actions to Alex, simply saying things were as they had to be. All Alex needed was one rational reason to forgive him. For every day he couldn't forgive, his resentment and bitterness eroded him further.
As I was walking down the
