Chapter 6

Nick

The afternoon sun filtered weakly through the dusty windows of my father's study, casting long shadows across the room as I poured over the ancient documents that littered his desk. For hours, I had been lost in a labyrinth of contracts and ledgers, searching for any clue that might shed light on the mysteries of my family's past.

But as I sifted through the piles of papers, my eyes fell upon a peculiar note scrawled in my father's handwriting—a note that sent a shiver of unease coursing down my spine.

"Do not touch the Grants from Huntsville."

I furrowed my brow in confusion, my mind racing to make sense of the cryptic message. Huntsville? I thought, racking my brain for any mention of such a place in my father's files. But the name eluded me, a distant memory buried beneath the weight of years of neglect and indifference.

And yet, there was something about the note that struck a chord of familiarity,a sense of foreboding that lingered in the air like a storm on the horizon. I c