"It’s Elara, Harlan. The reading of the will."
Julian stopped struggling. He watched the destruction of his family's fortune, and slowly, the tension left his shoulders. He saw the spirits—the family members he had only known as portraits on the wall—fade into the smoke, finally at peace.
"If she was asleep, how do you explain the bruising on her neck in the funeral home photo?" Elara asked. She hadn't come for the money. She had come for the Dezyred Secret . dezyred family secrets
"Look deeper," Julian murmured from the corner, his eyes wide and glassy. "They are all in there, Elara. The ones who didn't survive the cutting."
Alistair sighed, smoothing his silk tie. "You have your inheritance, Elara. The money is yours. Take it and go. Leave the legacy to those strong enough to hold it." "It’s Elara, Harlan
"Burn it," Elara said. "Burn it all."
She pushed the intercom button. Static, then the click of a relay. He saw the spirits—the family members he had
"We have a chance to start anew," she said, her voice trembling. "Let's work together to build something beautiful. We can sell the business to Marcus, and use the money to help each other. James, you can use your business skills to help us invest. Sarah, you can use your creativity to help us design the development. And Michael, you can use your music to bring joy to the people who will live here."