For the first time in years, the word « grandson » was mentioned again.
And three days later…
He appeared.
A shiny black car stopped in front of the blue house.
Three men got off the bus.
A well-dressed young man, with a cold look.
The other two, in suits, were carrying briefcases.
Lawyers.
Clara was cleaning the floor when she heard the door open abruptly.
– Who are you?
The young man’s voice cut through the air like a blade.
Clara stood up.
I’m a neighbor.
He let out a dry laugh.
— Neighbor? Or someone trying to seize my grandfather’s assets?
The room fell silent.
