The funeral was emotional, heavy, and draining. We buried my uncle as a respected man, surrounded by family members who praised his generosity and wisdom. I cried like everyone else, mourning a loss that felt genuine. At that moment, I believed we were laying a good man to rest and closing a painful chapter.
After the burial, relatives gathered at his house to sort out documents and personal belongings. That was when things began to feel off. In a locked metal box hidden under his bed, we found envelopes labeled with names and dates. One of them had my name on it.…CONTINUE READING