Uncle Richard was still in shock. It's been minutes already since he stared at the photos. But he was still too frozen to give any rational reaction.

I waited patiently till he calmed and snapped out of his shock. He looked at me with gravely confused eyes.

His lips were quivering. His hands had become way too sweaty, he had to rub them off on his shirt.

“Leonardo wouldn't betray your father,” he said, with a shaky voice. “He wouldn't because he loves your Father so much. He really ...