Rosa leaned forward and placed her hand over mine.
Gabriel continued, “Your father asked me to help you if anything happened to him. He should have told you about me long before now. I’m sorry he didn’t.”
“Why didn’t he?”
Gabriel looked down at the folder.
“That is complicated.”
“Everything seems complicated.”
“I know.”
His answer was so calm that it made my chest ache.
I sat beside Rosa. Gabriel opened the folder and removed several packets of paper, each marked with a colored tab. There were official-looking forms, copies of bank statements, and a thick document bearing a seal.
“This is a certified copy of your father’s last will,” he said.
I looked at the papers without understanding most of the words.
“Veronica said the whole estate belonged to her.”
“She was wrong.”
Gabriel turned the first page toward me.
“Your father changed his will six months before he died. He left Veronica the right to remain in the house for as long as she needed, along with a monthly income. But the house, the company, his investments, and the majority of his assets were placed in a trust for you.”
