Daniel didn’t move at first.
For a man who thrived on control, hesitation didn’t come naturally. But something in my father’s voice—calm, cold, final—cut through the confidence he wore like armor.
“Open it,” my father repeated.
The room felt smaller somehow. The steady beep of the monitors filled the silence as Daniel stepped forward, took the envelope, and slid a finger under the flap.
He still looked composed. Still certain.
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