She opened it.
There was no money.
Not even property deeds.
But a letter.
In just one line:
« If you’re reading this… it means I no longer have control over everything. »
Clara’s hands began to tremble.
Below the sentence was a number.
A long sequence.
And a small key glued to the inside of the envelope.
At that moment, a loud noise came from the room.
Something falling.
And the voice of Mr. Antônio shouting:
Don’t let him find it!
Clara raised her head.
She didn’t know who « he » was.
Miguel?
Or something else?
And, for the first time, she asked herself:
Was he simply helping a lonely old man?
Or had he unknowingly stumbled upon a secret that even his own family feared?
Clara froze for just a second.
