Miguel watched her for a few seconds.
Then he took an envelope out of the folder.
He placed it on the table.
— You should open this tonight.
After reading this… you’ll understand why I needed to come back.
He turned his back and left.
The lawyers followed him.
The black car disappeared down the street, leaving the house plunged into a heavy silence.
Clara looked at the envelope.
His name was written on it.
With Mr. Antônio’s shaky handwriting.
