I didn't know why, but I was crying. My father, the man I looked up to my whole life, harbored secrets darker than I could have imagined. Debt, bribery—it felt like the foundation of trust I had built with him was crumbling beneath me. The documents I had found were damning enough, but they hinted at a web of deceit that stretched far beyond my understanding. How many more secrets could he be hiding?
Pushing myself off the bed, I left behind my tear-stained pillow and resolved to confront the truth head-on. I needed answers, and there was only one person who might have them, the same person who had the guts to even tell me—Giovanni Caruso.
I drove to his address, my mind racing with questions. The familiar streets blurred as I navigated through the city, my heart pounding with each passi
