— I’m… I’m from Bucharest, from the notary, said a man dressed sharply, appearing from the hallway. “Are you Andrei Radu?”
I nodded, feeling Cheryl slipping behind him, trying to mask her unease with a forced smile.
— Your father left you a will. You inherit the entire property, including the backyard and all the belongings inside. Cheryl has no legal rights over this house anymore.
My knees trembled. I felt the air in my chest stop for a moment.
— How? I whispered.
— Your father updated the will two weeks before he died. He clearly stated: “To my son, Andrei, I leave the house built by my grandfather, because I know how much he loves it and because I want him to always have a roof over his head.”
Cheryl paled with every word spoken. Even the somber background of the house’s walls seemed to betray her.
— This must be a mistake! she burst out. — I took care of him! I…
— And yet, it seems he knew exactly how to take care of his son until the end, I said slowly but firmly.
A few hours later, Cheryl left with two suitcases and a sharp look. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t even look back.
I was left alone on the threshold of the house, where Dad used to tell me about his childhood and where Mom used to tie my shoelaces before I ran off to play. I closed the door behind me and let myself fall onto the cold floor, letting the tears flow, not from pain, but from gratitude.
Later, I went to the shed in the back, where I discovered a large box with Dad’s handwriting on it: “For when you are ready to move on.”
Inside? Pictures of the three of us — me, Mom, and Dad. Letters. A notebook of thoughts. And in the middle, the key to the basement.
There I would find the true beginning. Not a fortune. Not revenge. But the peace of a life I can rebuild on solid foundations.
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