The amount wasn't huge, but
At that time, it would have represented several months of expenses for Isabel.
—I never sent this.
-I know.
Adrian looked at both of them.
—Who did it come from?
Isabel replied:
—From an account controlled by Mercedes.
Gabriel clutched the receipt.
For years he had financed his mother's comfort without scrutinizing his expenses too closely.
Mercedes lived in a property he paid for, used family accounts managed by his office, and enjoyed a life that Gabriel considered a natural return for having supported him when he was young.
I had never asked him too many questions.
I had never imagined that the woman who cried beside him in front of an empty coffin knew that the person they were saying goodbye to was still alive.
Adrian left the letter on the table.
—What are you going to do?
Gabriel took out his phone.
Isabel tensed up.
—I don't want you coming here with people or turning our life into a spectacle.
