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The silence in the Potsdam villa dining room was so absolute that the distant ticking of an antique grandfather clock in the hallway sounded like a muffled drumbeat of war. / Chapter 2 / 10

Chapter 2 - THE VOICES OF THE VILLAThe tiny speaker on the recorder crackled for half a second before Bianca’s crystal-clear voice echoed off the high vaulted ceilings of the dining room.

“...we just need to push Alexander a little harder, Mother. Once he signs the power of attorney papers, Helga is legally a non-entity. We can place her in that municipal facility outside Brandenburg—the one with the shared rooms and the strict visiting hours.”

Lydia’s voice chimed in immediately on the recording, sharp and gleeful:

“And the apartment in Berlin? It’s in a prime district now. With real estate values what they are, we can clear at least four hundred thousand euros once it's cleared out. We'll split the commission with the broker I know.”

Bianca’s voice again, dripping with calculated malice:

“Exactly. She’ll spend her final years staring at a stucco wall, thinking she’s still living in her little kitchen. And Alexander will feel guilty for a week, but he’ll get over it. Men like him always do when you manage their guilt for them.”

The audio hissed to a halt.

The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating, and absolute.

Ewald slumped back into his chair, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as if waiting for it to cave in. Lydia looked as though she had swallowed a mouthful of ash. But it was Alexander who frightened me the most.

The color had completely drained from his face, leaving a sickly, ash-gray pallor. His jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscle twitch violently beneath his skin. He slowly turned his head to look at Bianca, who was now backed against the mahogany sideboard, her hands trembling uncontrollably.

"Is that true?" Alexander asked. His voice wasn’t loud. It was terrifyingly quiet, carrying the flat, dead weight of a man whose entire reality had just shattered into dust. "Bianca. Answer me. Is that your voice?"

"Alexander, honey, let me explain—" Bianca stammered, her voice pitching into a frantic, high-pitched whine. "Technology... they can fake voices now! With artificial intelligence! Anyone can clone a voice on a computer! Your mother set me up! She hates me because I’m modern, because I don't bow down to her peasant background—"

"Stop talking," Alexander whispered.

He didn't yell. He didn't smash a glass. He simply walked over to Lydia, reached out with steady, ice-cold fingers, and plucked the $70,000 envelope straight out of her paralyzed grip.

He didn't look at Lydia. He didn't look at Ewald. He walked straight back to me, knelt down beside my chair, and placed the envelope back into my lap.

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"I am so sorry, Mom," he choked out, a single tear cutting a clean path through the dust on his cheek. "I brought you into a snake pit. And I didn't even have the spine to protect you."

Before I could answer, the sharp, authoritative ring of the doorbell pierced the stillness of the villa.

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