The sleek, black car came to a halt, and out stepped Alex, Marcus’s best friend and fellow soldier. His presence was as commanding as ever, a reminder that bonds forged in battle often outlast those of blood. He adjusted his uniform and gave me a nod, the kind that speaks of loyalty and unyielding support.
Raymond’s bravado faltered, confusion flickering across his face. “What’s this about?” he demanded, his voice lacking the authority it had moments ago.
Alex approached with calm assurance, ignoring Patricia’s disapproving glare. “I’m here to ensure Marcus’s last wishes are honored,” he said, pulling out a document sealed with the official emblem of the military.
Raymond snatched it, eyes narrowing as he skimmed its contents. His face blanched. Patricia leaned over his shoulder, her expression shifting from disdain to shock.
