The fate of Robert

Angelica

It took a moment to realize he was not talking about my father but about my uncle. It made sense. I couldn’t remember everything about my childhood home but I had always known there were many similarities between the Arciero mansion and my parents’. If Uncle Robert designed both, it would make sense. Maybe the secret tunnels were his thing.

But why would he dig tunnels under his client’s mansion and not tell the client about it? I would have assumed Hugo Arciero knew about it and just didn’t tell anyone else if they were not my family’s arch enemies.

“Wait.” I frowned. “That doesn’t make sense. Didn’t you grow up here? I don’t think my…I stopped myself from accidentally saying ‘uncle’ and quickly replaced it with… “dad was already an architect when you were born.”

“We moved here when I was ten.” He explained. “I don’t know the whole story but my grandfather bought this mansion on a whim and felt it was too huge so he asked my parents to move in with him.”

One thing was a