“Halinka?”
It was Paweł.
I quickly placed the letter and documents back into the envelope, although I could not hide my red eyes.
He appeared in the doorway carrying two cups of tea.
“What happened?” he asked. “Have you been crying again?”
I looked at my husband.
For a moment, I wanted to tell him everything. He had stood beside me through those seven exhausting years, and I knew he had been hurt by the inheritance announcement, too.
But I remembered his father’s warning.
Do not confront my sons until you have spoken to the notary.
“I found something in your father’s Bible,” I said carefully.
Paweł put the cups down.
“What kind of something?”
“A letter.”
His expression changed.
“From Dad?”
I nodded.
He took a step toward me, but I held the envelope against my chest.
“Please, Paweł. Give me until tomorrow. I need to understand what he wrote before I show anyone.”
