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The Curse Of The First-Born Son

Giovanni

Sienna is taking in every aspect of the house as I lead her through it. Her mouth is practically hanging open, but she doesn't realize she's seeing it at its worst.

It's strange to come back to the house in this state. I knew what I was doing over the last several years, but to see it in person is more difficult than I realized it would be. It's run-down and old. Something that was once grand, reduced. Humbled.

I guess that's what I was trying to do to them. To my father. My step-mother. Declan.

I shove that pang of remorse down deep and lead Sienna up the stone steps to the second floor and to my father's rooms.

Two maids are rushing in and out, carrying his things out.

I push the heavy wooden door wide and gesture for Sienna to enter. She does, quickly scooting to the side to let another of the maids with an armful of clothing out.

I don't recognize the things she's carrying but know they're my fathers from the colors alone. Our colors. Strange the things you never forget.

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