have walked right in, replaced the locks, and claimed every square foot.
But that house wasn’t home anymore.
It was a museum of pain.
So I sold it.
Not out of revenge.
Out of release.
With the funds recovered from the fraud case, I reopened my father’s construction company under a new name:
Carter & Sons Restoration.
Not because I wanted to rewrite the past, but because I wanted to build something honest out of it.
And I did one more thing—something my father asked for in his letter.
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