Mikhail laughed bitterly.
“So you planned everything.”
“Yes,” Todor said. “Because contrary to what you think, we are not two confused old people. We are people who made a decision.”
He took an envelope from his briefcase.
“This is a letter I wrote for Emilia. There are also documents for a trust fund, education, healthcare, and guardianship. We haven’t left anything to chance.”
The judge took the documents.
Mikhail looked toward his lawyer.
His face was no longer angry.
It was calculating.
And then I realized he wasn’t finished.
“Who will be her guardian?” he asked.
Todor looked at me.
I answered:
“It’s written in the documents.”
The judge turned through the pages.
Then he raised his eyes.
“In the event of the death or incapacity of both parents, the child’s guardian will be Mrs. Nadezhda Stoyanova.”
Silvia gasped.
“Nadezhda? That woman from Ruse?”
“Yes,” Todor said. “My daughter from my first marriage.”
