Chapter 79

Rafael and I arrived at the top of a quiet, lonely hill. The trees had shed their leaves, leaving behind a stark, empty landscape. The air was chilly, and the wind whipped around us, carrying the distant echoes of something haunting, as if the very land itself remembered the past and refused to forget. We stood there, on that small rise, looking out over the sprawling city below, with its glass towers and bustling streets. The city where so many decisions were made, where fortunes were won and lost, and where my father’s legacy had once shaped the foundation of a successful business empire.