Chapter 178

Author’s POV

The sun hung high and indifferent over the emerald expanse of the Garrison private estate in Florida.

The land stretched for miles, all rolling hills and old oak trees heavy with moss.

The Garrisons did not bury their own in public cemeteries or under the gaze of government records.

They kept their dead close, interred in a private mausoleum of white marble and limestone that stood a