KAMARA Morning came, and we had come to a conclusion, one I wasn’t entirely on board with, but we were running out of cards to play. We needed Richard. Returning to the estate was like walking into a graveyard of my childhood. If Jace’s previous visit had been chaotic, this was total annihilation. When we finally stood before him, the man looked like a ghost inhabiting a corpse.My father’s eyes widened, darting between Jace and me, but it was when they landed on Oscar, then Jace, the air truly left his lungs. "You?… Oscar?" my father whispered, his voice cracking like dry parchment."In the flesh, Richard," Oscar replied, his voice devoid of warmth.The explanation followed, a torrent of truth that seemed to physically age my father with every sentence. At some point, he couldn’t believe the things I had done and looked like a dead man even.By the time we finished, he collapsed into a chair, his face buried in his hands as he broke down. The sight of him crying should have mov
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