Elena Walked Out of Court With One Bag and Went Home to an Estate That Was Hers All Along

My right hand rested in my dress pocket, my fingers curled around my father’s silver pocket watch, feeling the smooth, cool metal of its case.

Samuel walked three steps behind me in his dark gray wool suit, carrying a thick leather legal briefcase in his right hand.

Doña Victoria stopped at the foot of the stone steps, her face pale under her makeup, her silk scarf slightly crooked at her throat.

“What kind of financial fraud is this, Elena?” Doña Victoria barked, her voice echoing off the stone walls.

“Whose money did you steal to hire these guards and buy this circus?”