Chapter 25 - The First FoundationA month later, the demolition crews arrived at the Greenwich estate. I stood beside Adrian on the edge of the property, wearing a hard hat, holding a remote detonator control.
The local news crews were staged a safe distance away, broadcasting the event live.
“Are you ready?” Adrian asked, his hand resting over mine on the control box.
I looked at the grand stone mansion—the physical symbol of thirty years of emotional torment, of silence, of being told I was worthless.
“I’ve been ready for ten years,” I said.
Together, we pressed the red button.
A series of controlled implosion charges detonated along the main support beams. The stone pillars buckled, the grand balcony collapsed inward, and the massive stone mansion slid downward into a cloud of white dust and rubble in less than twelve seconds.
When the dust settled, the blue sky above the property was completely clear, unblocked by the towering, pretentious rooflines of the past.
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The crowd of local residents who had gathered on the perimeter road erupted into cheers.
I took off my hard hat, feeling the cool summer breeze blow through my hair, and smiled. The ground was clear. The slate was clean.
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