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Chapter 105: Brock's Death

Autor: Mimisunshine
last update Última atualização: 2026-01-26 01:08:37

Six weeks after our visit, the prison called.

Brock had died in his sleep. Peacefully, they said. As peacefully as anyone could die in a prison medical ward.

I was relieved it was over. No more last requests. No more deathbed revelations. Just an ending.

The prison administrator explained that Brock had updated his will shortly after Emma's visit. "He left everything to his daughter. Though I should mention there's not much. A few personal items. Some letters. And a note specifically for Emma Chen."

"Send everything to my office," I said.

The package arrived two days later. A small box containing:

- Brock's wedding ring (the one I'd given him that he'd worn through all his lies)

- A photo of Emma as a baby

- Three letters he'd written but never sent

- And a sealed envelope marked "For Emma"

I called Emma. "Your father's effects arrived from the prison. There's a note for you."

She came over that evening. Looked at the box without touching it.

"Do you want me to open it for you?" I ask
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