I mourned.
Later, I found my father’s real grave—hidden, private. A place Linda couldn’t control.
I sold the house. Rebuilt the business under a new name. Started a small fund for the wrongly convicted.
Because some people don’t just steal money.
They steal time.
And the only way to win isn’t revenge.
It’s building something honest from what they tried to bury.
I wasn’t forgotten.
And now, the truth isn’t underground.
