As I sat in that glass office, everything seemed to move in slow motion. Mr. Collins carefully laid out the documents in front of me, his hands trembling slightly. “Your father was involved in a venture, a silent partner in an investment made decades ago,” he explained. “It seems the returns have been accumulating interest, and, well, here we are.”
My mind was spinning. My father, the man who taught me the value of hard work and humility, had somehow been involved in something that led to this unimaginable wealth. Yet, he had chosen to live a modest life, never letting on about the fortune that awaited me. It was both baffling and humbling.
“Why didn’t he tell me?” I asked, more to myself than to Mr. Collins. The question hung in the air, heavy with the weight of the past.
