Renata’s Pink Blanket Led Me Back to the Letter My Parents Buried
You were not in a position to manage every detail yourself.”
“That doesn’t tell me who changed the name.”
“These records are old, Mauricio.
You cannot expect every piece of paper to survive.”
I pointed to the envelope.
“The attorney’s file number survived.”
She looked at it then, and for the first time since I had entered the room, she seemed unable to decide what to say next.
“Samuel Price?” she asked.