But there are things I arranged separately, and there are matters you do not yet know about the property outside the village.
Do not allow anyone to turn this into a fight over money. Your wife has given more to this family than I ever had the courage to acknowledge while I was alive.
Stand beside her when the truth comes out.
I read the final sentence three times.
Then I heard a door slam upstairs.
Someone had arrived.
And judging by the voices coming from the kitchen, it was not a visitor I had been expecting.
“What Are You Doing With Father’s Things?”
I climbed the stairs with the folder tucked beneath my cardigan.
Andrzej stood beside the kitchen table, his expensive coat draped over a chair. Mirosław was pouring himself coffee as though he owned the place.
Perhaps, legally, he now owned a third of it.
