Golmak did not quite know if he was ready to hear it.
“Are you going to try amyloid beta proteins or what?”
“Yes, something similar but potent and far less harmful.”
“Who killed my father?”
“We don’t know. Most importantly why? Your father never said if he had enemies or if he sold us out to someone and being unable to reach us for a year could have caused this catastrophe.”
“You mean my father was not killed like an ordinary man?”
“A single bullet shows a purpose but does not show wrath or vengeance. It simply shows a calculated step.”
“Are you ready?”
As usual Golmak wasn’t sure. He did not know if he could even take up this journey. He thought it would be a fresh start which seemed now to be far from being one.
Branga placed an arm on Rafael’s shoulder who was trying to gauge the pain the young boy felt from the loss of his father.
“Let’s give him some time. These are your keys and you have the whole night. The ferry begins with the first light in the morning and I will knock at your door right at 4 am tomorrow.
The trio left and Golmak sat alone staring at the key which had his father’s initials.
“Gordon McIntyre – GM”
Snehashree is a content creator by profession and writer by passion. She is a storyteller, poet, and abstract artist besides being a content writer. She has published her works of poetry on Amazon and several online magazines. She moved into full time writing after spending a few years in the healthcare industry. A solivagant and an ardent animal lover, she regularly crafts interesting articles for her blog - TST.
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