more successful.
It had been easier to believe that than to question everything.
Now the story was collapsing.
That night, Clara booked a hotel room.
Before leaving, she hugged Lucía for the first time in years.
“I’m not telling them I know yet.”
Lucía pulled back.
“Why?”
“Because I want to know what else they’ve hidden.”
For the next two weeks, Clara did what she did best.
She investigated.
Patiently.
Carefully.
She requested records.
Spoke with someone who had previously managed part of their parents’ finances.
Checked legally available property
