After my father’s death, I inherited his farm and the heavy silence he left behind. But hidden among his belongings, I found a letter that uncovered the truth about our land, a truth that explained years of hatred and revealed how one decision had ruined more than a single life.
When you come back from your father’s funeral, the last thing you expect to find at your doorstep is a pile of dog mess. At least I hoped it was from a dog.
I froze there for a moment, staring at the mess like it was a personal insult from the universe.
Of course, I knew who was behind it.
There was only one family in the neighborhood petty enough to pull something like this.
I clenched my fists, marched across the yard, and pounded on their front door. It didn’t take long before the door creaked open, revealing Walter.
He was in his late sixties, with graying hair, sagging shoulders, the kind of man who once might have been strong but now wore his bitterness like armor.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I snapped.
“Couldn’t you go one single day without your stupid games? My father just died.
I buried him this morning.
Do you not have the slightest bit of decency?”
“What on earth are you talking about?” he asked.
“Don’t play dumb with me. I know it was you who dumped that dog mess on my porch.”
A chuckle slipped from his lips. He turned his head and whistled, and within seconds, a hulking Rottweiler bounded over.
Walter patted Duke’s head with mock affection.
“See?
Duke here is a free spirit. He must have decided your place was the perfect spot to leave his droppings,” Walter said with a smirk.
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