Chapter 10 - Brothers
Minh did not sleep for two nights.
On the third morning he went to the cemetery where Vinh was buried.
Lan found him there.
“You could have called.”
“I wanted quiet.”
“You've had thirty-eight years of quiet.”
He looked at her.
That hurt.
Good.
Some truths should.
Minh sat beside the grave.
Vinh had been twenty-nine.
Married.
No children.
He had operated Lantern Printing and dreamed of turning its upstairs rooms into a community newspaper office.
Minh was twenty-five.
He worshiped him.
After the fire, Duc told everyone Stonebridge probably caused it.
He also told Minh Daniel Mercer had taken money and fled.
Simple story.
Useful story.
The American outsider took money.
Vinh died defending the neighborhood.
Duc remained the grieving father who rebuilt.
Minh had carried that story for four decades.
Lan sat beside him.
“Grandpa may not have known Vinh was inside.”
Minh laughed bitterly.
“Is that supposed to comfort me?”
“No.”
“Good.”
“He may not have set the fire.”
“No.”
“But he agreed to destroy records.”
“Yes.”
Minh stared at his brother’s name.
“He always said survival required compromise.”
Lan thought of her own arguments with Minh.
“You say that too.”
He looked at her.
“I know.”
The pattern was uncomfortable.
Duc protected the neighborhood by hiding the truth.
Minh protected the family by hiding his deal with Nam.
Every generation called secrecy protection.
Lan said, “You need to tell people.”
“What?”
“All of it.”
“Why?”
“Because you are still president of the merchants’ association.”
He looked at her.
“You want me to destroy our family's name.”
“I want you to stop using our family’s name as a reason nobody gets to know what happened.”
Minh lowered his head.
On the other side of the county, Jack was having his own family argument.
Sophie had learned Daniel knew Duc was involved in the plan to destroy records.
Daniel wrote it in a sealed letter never mailed.
Duc says he agreed only to scare Vinh into stopping.
He swears he did not know someone would use gasoline.
I believe he is lying to himself.
Jack read the line.
“Dad knew.”
“Yes.”
“And never told Minh.”
“No.”
“Why?”
Sophie handed him the next page.
Because Minh has already lost a brother. I will not be the man who takes his father too.
Jack cursed.
Sophie understood.
Daniel thought he was protecting Minh.
Instead, he allowed Minh to hate him.
“Why would Dad accept that?”
“Guilt.”
“For what?”
Daniel arrived at Lantern Building shortly before the fire.
Vinh had called him.
They were supposed to retrieve the original side agreement.
Daniel was delayed because Jack had gotten sick at school.
Karen called him home.
Daniel arrived almost forty minutes late.
The building was already burning.
He entered anyway.
He found Vinh unconscious near the archive corridor.
Daniel tried dragging him out.
Smoke overwhelmed him.
Firefighters pulled Daniel from a window.
Vinh died.
Jack stared at the page.
“I was sick.”
“You were eleven.”
“If Dad hadn't come home…”
“Stop.”
“Sophie—”
“No.”
She looked at him.
“We are not going to build another family around blaming ourselves for other people's choices.”
Jack fell silent.
She had become stronger than him in some ways.
Maybe children were supposed to.
Sophie continued.
Daniel recovered the flagpole outside after firefighters removed him.
Vinh had hidden the key inside it earlier that week.
Daniel believed the archive survived.
Then Duc persuaded everyone to accept the Stonebridge settlement.
Daniel took the fifty thousand dollars as intermediary and transferred nearly all of it to merchant relief.
He kept $130 to cover bank fees.
Not a bribe.
But still a secret deal.
Jack whispered, “He let everybody think he sold them out.”
“Yes.”
“Because telling the whole truth would expose Duc.”
“Yes.”
Jack looked toward Freedom Avenue.
“And Duc let him.”
“Yes.”
The dead could not apologize.
That was the cruelty of delayed truth.
That afternoon Minh came to Jack's shop.
Neither man knew what to say.
Finally Minh said:
“I was wrong about your father.”
Jack tightened a bolt on a motorcycle.
“He wasn't perfect.”
“No.”
“He kept secrets.”
“Yes.”
“So did yours.”
Minh nodded.
Jack put down the wrench.
Minh continued.
“I hated Daniel because it was easier than hating my father.”
Jack looked at him.
“Probably easier than hating yourself too.”
Minh accepted that.
Then he held out his hand.
Jack stared.
He did not take it.
Not yet.
“Find the documents first.”
Minh lowered his hand.
“Fair.”
They had one lead.
Thanh’s cassette said Nam intended to “clean the room.”
But it never said he destroyed the archive.
Men like Nam Nguyen preserved useful leverage.
Sophie believed he had moved it.
Bao had inherited Nam's properties.
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Maybe he inherited the documents too.
And if the original side agreement still existed, it could decide who controlled the most valuable land on Freedom Avenue.
