Chapter 7 - The Man in the Station Photograph
Conrad gave them an address.
Not Vienna.
Not Prague.
Not another country.
Thirty miles away.
A private rehabilitation estate.
Damian stared at the paper.
“He’s here?”
Conrad nodded.
“Since last month.”
Lucia froze.
“What happened?”
“Stroke.”
Her face collapsed.
Damian looked at Conrad.
“You moved him here.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“He had contacted Harold.”
Everyone turned.
Harold looked surprised.
“No.”
Conrad shook his head.
“Not directly.”
He pointed toward the grandfather clock.
“Through it.”
Harold’s face changed.
“The chime code.”
Damian frowned.
“What chime code?”
Harold explained.
“When Marco was young, he helped repair the clock.”
“We used different chime settings to signal when a hidden compartment had been opened.”
Damian stared.
“You had a code.”
“Yes.”
“The clock changed three weeks ago.”
“Yes.”
Harold looked toward Conrad.
“I thought the mechanism slipped.”
Conrad shook his head.
“Marco arranged it.”
Damian laughed once.
“My family communicates through furniture.”
Nobody smiled.
They drove immediately.
Lucia sat beside Damian.
Isabella stayed behind.
Her choice.
The rehabilitation estate was quiet.
Private.
One nurse led them to a garden room.
Marco Moretti sat by the window.
Sixty.
Thin.
Gray hair.
One side of his face slightly weak.
Alive.
Damian stopped at the doorway.
Marco looked up.
His eyes filled.
“Damian.”
Damian said nothing.
Lucia began crying.
Marco looked at her.
“Lucia.”
She whispered:
“You idiot.”
He laughed weakly.
Then cried.
Damian finally stepped forward.
“You were alive.”
Marco nodded.
“Yes.”
“For nine years.”
“Yes.”
“And everyone let me bury you.”
Marco looked down.
“Yes.”
Damian’s voice became flat.
“Why?”
Marco looked at him.
“Because I was a coward.”
Silence.
No excuse.
No protection.
No complicated reason.
Just that.
Damian stared.
Marco continued.
“I helped your grandfather hurt people.”
“I helped Conrad move money.”
“I helped hide what happened after the fire.”
“I thought if I disappeared, the past would die with me.”
Damian looked at him.
“It didn’t.”
“No.”
“What changed?”
Marco’s eyes moved toward Lucia.
“I found her.”
“When?”
“Two years ago.”
“And?”
“She told me what our silence had done to you.”
Damian swallowed.
Marco continued.
“I decided to come back.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
“I had the stroke before I could.”
Damian looked away.
Twenty-three years.
Nine years.
Five months.
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