“Can Veronica take it?”
“Not legally.”
The word legally did not comfort me as much as Gabriel seemed to hope it would.
“She said she had a will.”
“She may have found an older one. Or she may have misunderstood the documents. Your father’s final will was signed in the presence of witnesses and notarized. I have the original stored safely.”
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“Where?”
“In a secure place.”
“Can I see it?”
“You can see it now.”
He slid another document across the table.
I read the first few lines, but the words blurred together. Rosa read slowly beside me, explaining phrases I didn’t understand. I learned that my father had named Gabriel trustee and temporary guardian. He had also written instructions about my schooling, medical care, and where I should live.
My eyes stopped on one line.
“‘The child should be raised in a home where he is known, loved, and treated as family.’”
