afternoon when she decided to clean out the attic. The room, a dusty and forgotten part of their old mansion, was filled with relics
out of place among the mundane household items. The cover was cracked with age, and the pages
ia's eye. It was a series of financial records and handwritten notes that hinted at her father's involvement with a drug cartel. The
that painted a very different picture of her father, David Rodriguez. She kne
He was always the practical one, hands-on and down-to-earth, unlike Patricia, who was more
," she said, trying to
replied, wiping grease o
g in the attic. It's Mom's old journal, and it
n eyebrow. "T
, pointing to the entries about the cartel. Owen
e muttered. "Are you su
fits. The names, the date
father, and this revelation was shattering his idealized
plied, though she dre
shelves and old family portraits. He looked up from hi
s going on?" David ask
l. "We found this in the attic. It's Mom's journal,
journal. "Where did you get tha
d. "What does this mean, Dad? Ar
r a way out. "It's complicated," he finally said. "But you ne
"How is getting involved w
his hair. "You don't know what it w
s always a choice, Dad. You chose to put us
room was thick with tension, and it was clear they weren
th or without your help," Pat
with questions and doubts. "What do we
tell us the truth, we'll find it ourselves. We owe it t
"Alright, I'm with you. But we need to be careful. If Dad's
an't let fear stop us. We need to
had uncovered were just the beginning, and she had no idea where this path would lead them. But one thing was certain: they were in