It was together at the hospital.
He signed the admission form as an « emergency contact ».
The doctor said that if they had waited another ten minutes… he might not have survived.
The news spread throughout the neighborhood.
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.
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.
Mr. Antônio left the room, leaning against the wall with trembling hands.
— Miguel…
It was the first time Clara had heard her grandson’s name.
Miguel did not approach to help him.
He looked around the house.
The kitchen is clean.
Organized remedies.
A table with two chairs that are clearly used frequently.
Then he turned to the lawyers.
— Begin.
One of them opened the folder and took out some documents.
— At our client’s request, we are here to verify the asset situation and the legal guardian’s right of access.
Clara frowned.
Tutor?
Miguel stared directly at her.
My grandfather signed a power of attorney granting me guardianship rights two years ago.
Clara looked at Mr. Antonio.
He shook his head weakly.
— I… I don’t remember…
Miguel interrupted immediately:
— His memory is impaired. We have medical reports.
One of the lawyers placed another set of papers in front of Mr. Antonio.
— And there’s this too.
Miguel stared at Clara with sharp eyes.
Next
