Sebastian continued, clearing the air of disbelief with his steady, unwavering presence. “Your father’s plan was always more profound than any of us could have realized,” he explained, his voice resonating with a mixture of admiration and resolve.
He produced a small, worn leather box from his briefcase and placed it gently on the table before me. The box seemed ancient, its leather cracked but polished, as though it had been rubbed by anxious hands countless times. All eyes were on it, the guests leaning forward in suspense, curiosity replacing the shock of moments earlier.
