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“Let’s begin,” he said, leafing through a stack of documents.
Suddenly, my train of thought was interrupted by the notary’s voice. “A house.”
“What?!” I looked up. “Excuse me, did you say a house?”
For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney
For illustration purposes only | Bron: Mid-journey
“Yes,” the answer is that there is a document in my toe schoof. “Not your current home, but another house that your father owned.”
I stood at the paper and the words trembled.
“Another house? He never spoke about it. How could he hide something like that?”
My hands trembled as I picked up the documents. The address was unfamiliar.
Why hadn’t he told me anything? Was this his way of making amends?
One thing was clear. I had to see this house. It was the only way to find out the truth.
***
The next day, Friday, I decided to confront the unknown. I took the day off and drove along a winding road, flanked by trees with golden leaves. They stood upright and silent, as if witnesses to something I didn’t yet understand. could.
When I finally arrived, I trembled at the sight of the house. It looked old, but not neglected. The large windows caught the light, and the freshly painted porch contrasted with the moss-covered roof, giving the whole place an almost bookish charm.
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For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney
Nevertheless, a feeling of unease grew in my chest.
“This is it,” I whispered to myself, holding the key the notary had given me.
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