Chapter 11 - THE GOLD WATCH
We sat on the back patio overlooking the rolling hills of the estate. My father looked healthier than he had in years. The cane rested against his chair, a temporary tool rather than a permanent sentence.
He reached across the small wrought-iron table and placed a heavy, familiar object in my hand. It was the gold watch.
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"It's supposed to be passed down," he said, his voice thick with emotion but steady and strong. "To the one who protects the family."
I clasped it around my wrist. It was a little large, but it fit perfectly. We watched the Texas sunset paint the sky in brilliant hues of orange and violet, the silence between us no longer filled with pain, but with the unbreakable peace of a family restored.
