Cryptic whisper from the past

Carlo's breath hitched in his throat like someone had punched the air out of him. His feet stopped moving, and his eyes locked onto Vincenzo in disbelief. His dad had been dead for a year, ever since their huge fight.

"How... How can that be?" Carlo stammered, his voice barely a whisper laced with shock.

 "We saw him die, Vincenzo!"

Carlo stepped out of the room, his face a mask, hiding any emotions behind a thick wall. He shut the door with a heavy thud.

"Let's talk in my study," he said curtly, his voice tight with a mixture of confusion and maybe even fear. He started walking, expecting Vincenzo to follow, the weight of the impossible news settling heavily on his shoulders.

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