Clara clenched her fists.
– What do you want?
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.
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.
