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Rico nodded, a slow, respectful smile spreading across his face. "It’s a good legacy, David. But it doesn’t have to be yours forever."
For thirty years, the house had been a vessel for the noise of others. Now, it was just a house.
In the basement, David was working. He wasn't preping a body; he was scrubbing. He scrubbed the prep table until his knuckles were raw, trying to wash away the phantom image of his own face on a corpse—the vision he’d had during the funeral. Rico walked in, dressed in a sharp suit, looking like a man who finally owned his own life.
