fingers went numb around my phone.
Patricia said, “Her family won’t be able to fight much anyway. Her father still lives in that old apartment in Narvarte, doesn’t he?”
“Yeah.”
“So they obviously don’t have money for some huge legal battle.”
I bit down on my lip so hard I could taste blood.
The apartment in Narvarte had belonged to my grandmother.
My father had left most of it unchanged after she died.
And Rodrigo had no idea that my father, Arturo Salgado, was one of the founding partners of