Curtis’s insincere apologies were transparent—desperate attempts to reclaim a fortune slipping away. I thought of Arthur, the bond we shared, and the promise I made to honor his legacy.
“Arthur’s legacy deserves more than wealth. I will ensure it continues in his spirit.”
I left the room, Curtis seething, and stepped into the sunlight, free from the past and ready for a future guided by the kindness of a man who saw me as family.