CATALINAThe heavy mahogany door, once a symbol of my father's impenetrable world, now stood half open with a sliver of light beckoning me inward. Taking a deep breath, I pushed it open fully and stepped across the room.The familiar scent of aged paper and leather greeted me first. It was a comforting yet unsettling aroma.This room, his sanctuary, was now mine. My gaze swept across the familiar mahogany desk, the overflowing bookshelves, and the leather armchair in the corner, where he'd often sit. A tremor of emotion, a mix of pride and a pang of loss ran through me.There are some changes that James or Fiona may have made, but I'm glad they didn't change everything. I strolled towards the desk, my fingers tracing the smooth, cool wood. So many decisions had been made here, so many plans forged. I could almost hear his booming laugh, his thoughtful hum, and his sharp intake of breath before delivering a decisive statement. For years, this office had been the epicenter of his wor
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