silence.
And somehow, that silence told me everything I needed to know.
I walked toward my study.
Ethan followed almost immediately.
“Dad, don’t do anything extreme.”
I ignored him.
He knew exactly what that room contained.
For decades, I’d kept every important family and business document carefully organized there.
I opened the safe and removed a thick folder.
Inside were the property deed, trust documents, wills, insurance records, and paperwork concerning the hardware company I’d spent most of my adult life building.
For years, I’d planned to let Ethan take
