Forever, Papa
Through Carrington Caskets, I handled the “messes” no one else dared touch. No one ever questioned a casket company. I won’t give you details—the less you know, the better.
The day you overheard your grandfather and me arguing—you left your wet shoes on the floor, Stellina—I knew you’d heard something. The envelope on the table contained DNA results linking Salvatore to me.
It shattered everything. Salvatore managed to calm the family… but he never forgave me for the lies that were told. And he was right not to. That’s not how he should’ve found out that he was truly my son, not my brother. I should’ve told him myself long before the DNA did.
Carrington Caskets and Fiori di Cenere crematorium—they’re yours now, Stellina.
The casket company will remain under the Carrington name, as it always has.
The crematorium, however, is registered under the Ferretti name.
I named it Fiori di Cenere for your grandmother, Francesca—she used to say even from ash, something beautiful could grow.
That building is more than a mirror to Carrington Caskets in style—it is a vault, a safeguard, a place where the wrong kind of questions vanish with the smoke.
Both the beauty and the blood. Build what you want from the ashes, but never forget what made the fire.
And Stellina… There's more to say. More secrets, more warnings.
But if you’ve made it this far, you already know the weight I carried to protect this family. And now, that weight may fall to you.
Be cautious.
Be brilliant.
Be brave.
You are your mother’s grace and your father’s fire.
You are a Carrington.
But never forget… You are also a Ferretti.
I love you more than you will ever know.
Forever, Papa