Finally, the house we’d lived in together was about to be repossessed, and I didn’t have the strength to fight it anymore.
« What’s left? » I wondered as I reached the office door, pausing to take a deep breath. « Probably nothing but another reminder of how much we’ve lost. »
Meanwhile, I was ushered into the notary’s office, where a middle-aged man motioned for me to sit.
“Let’s get started,” he said, flipping through a stack of documents.
As he read the will, I barely listened. My mind wandered, replaying moments with my dad, how he always told me everything, or so I thought. Suddenly, the notary’s voice cut through my thoughts.
“A house.”
“Yes,” he replied, sliding a document toward me. “Not your current residence, but another property your father owned.”
I stared at the paper. « Another house? He never mentioned it. How could he hide something like this? »
