“Some of it.”
“Does it explain why he never told me you existed?”
Gabriel looked away.
The room seemed to grow still.
Rosa sat back in her chair. She had probably realized before I did that this was more than a family explanation.
“I thought you were his brother,” I said.
“I am.”
“Then why didn’t I know?”
Gabriel rested his palms on the table.
“Your father and I had a falling-out many years ago. It began over money and ended over something more important. We stopped speaking for a long time.”
“What happened?”
“Your father started his logistics company with money borrowed from our father. When the business grew, he repaid every cent. But our father died before the final disagreement was settled, and both of us believed the other had acted dishonestly.”
“Did you?”
“No.”
“Did he?”
Gabriel lowered his eyes.
“No.”
The answer surprised me.
“Then why didn’t you talk?”
