On the table was an old photograph, a company document, and a letter bearing my father’s signature. Elias finally explained that the auto shop where he worked wasn’t simply his job. His late father had owned the building and several surrounding properties, and Elias had inherited them years earlier. He had deliberately continued working as a mechanic because he loved the business and had never cared about looking wealthy. But that wasn’t the secret that frightened my parents.
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