I looked at Aunt Miranda, she extended her hand and said coldly, “Mila. It’s good to see you.” Her tone was laced with mocking.
Things became clearer now. Only Mama and Ricardo welcomed me, while the rest…
Why am I even here?
I questioned their stern faces silently.
The heavy silence broke when Marco pushed Papa Gerald’s wheelchair and said, “Let’s go to Father’s study.”
Without a word, I followed them, asking Mama to keep an eye on Angelo if he woke up.
Papa was seated behind his luxurious mahogany desk. Behind him, two pistols and three bullets were mounted on the wall.
I’d never asked about them before, but now I wondered—what were those bullets used for? They must mean something significant for him to keep them on display like that.
“It’s been a long time, Mila,” he said betwe
