Her lips tightened. “I thought it was family paperwork.”

“It was,” I said. “That’s why you should have read it.”

Valeria leaned against the sink. She was still shaking. I took off my coat and wrapped it around her shoulders, and only then did I notice how cold her skin was beneath the wet fabric.

Salgado’s voice remained steady. “The trust names Valeria as beneficiary. The property cannot be sold, transferred, pledged, or claimed by a spouse through occupation.”

Andrés laughed again, but there was no body in it. “You people planned this from the beginning.”

My daughter whispered, “Planned what?”