“Mom, we need to talk practically.”
“Okay. Let’s talk practically.”
“If something happens to you, will the house be left to this child?”
The word “this” hurt me.
But I didn’t raise my voice.
“Part of my property will be distributed among all my children.”
“All?”
“Yes. Silvia, you, and Emilia.”
He gave a bitter smile.
“So that’s it. You really chose her over us.”
“I didn’t choose anyone over anyone.”
“You did.”
Todor stood.
“Mikhail, your mother doesn’t owe you an inheritance.”
“Don’t talk about my mother.”
“Then don’t talk about her daughter as if she were property.”
Mikhail turned toward him.
“You appear out of nowhere after fifty years and decide you’re going to teach us about family?”
Todor didn’t flinch.
“No. I know what it’s like to be late to a family. That’s why I don’t want to see you lose yours in the same way.”
