"I’ll rebuild it," he says. "Better than before. Whatever you need. It’ll be yours again." I turn to him, the bitterness bubbling up so fast I can’t stop it. "You think this is just about money?" My voice rises, shaking with every word. "You can’t rebuild this, Dominic. You can’t buy back what it meant to me. And you can’t erase what you did. Not to my father, not to me. You can’t rebuild trust the way you build walls.” He doesn’t flinch, but his jaw tightens. "I can try." "No, you can’t," I snap. "This shop wasn’t just a building It was my freedom. It was the one thing I built that wasn’t
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