Whatever the number referred to, it had been assigned long before this envelope reached my parents’ house.

I picked up my phone and took a picture of the address.

I did not call anyone yet.

First, I wanted to make sure I had not misunderstood the attorney’s name, and I wanted to read the letter without Carmen standing nearby, telling me which questions I was allowed to ask.

The envelope remained sealed.

I could have opened it then, but Renata’s words stayed with me.

She had not asked whether the letter was true.