I didn't run. I walked quickly, holding the folded document tightly in my hand.
It wasn't just a piece of paper. It was my father's voice, rising from twenty years of silence. And today, I would make sure the world finally heard it.
When I reached home, the front door was open.
Harrison sat at the kitchen table with a stack of papers in front of him. The receivership documents. Victor stood near the window, his expression tense but relieved to see me. Through the front gate, Xander and Elias were approaching.
Everyone was here.
And Harrison had been waiting for me.
"You're late," he said calmly. "I was about to sign. Once I do, your father's company is finished. It will be divided, sold, and forgotten."
"You can't erase what people remember." I placed the original library record on
