His Golden Gamble

ay, shattering the fragi

voice tigh

collapsed at the sh

the next flig

ty back into centuries of neglected wood and

' s words

He needs a transplant

didn't need to say, w

waitin

e the se

anded him a stack of overdue n

r months. Dad didn't want to worry you.

looming; it was ha

tion, a legacy of three generati

pressed down on Eth

family business, ever

tions wouldn't cut

place to make that

aline-fueled world of

d deliberatel

y, and undoubtedl

oice. He had

New York, a cold dread

y, he realized. This was ab