“I know. I’m telling you before the question ever exists.”
“It won’t.”
“Good.”
“Gabriel?”
My voice softened.
“My grandson’s education is already provided for.”
“He has a trust?”
“He has a plan. He will receive support for education. When he is older, anything else will come gradually, with financial education and safeguards.”
Hugo nodded.
“Thank you for not making him pay for us.”
“He is eight.”
At the door, Hugo stopped.
“Mom.”
“Yes?”
“Can I hug you?”
For a second, I saw the little boy who once came home terrified after breaking a neighbor’s window.
Love had never been the problem.
I shook my head.
“Not today.”
Pain crossed his face.
I allowed it.
Some pain is information.
Carla turned at the door.
“I never thought you were a bad person.”
“No. You only thought I was an unimportant one.”
She had no answer.
After they left, I sat on the terrace.
