estómago se apretó.
After everything that had happened, I had developed an allergy to mysterious envelopes.
“What now?”
Rachel sonrió.
“Nothing terrible.”
She handed me a handwritten note from Grandpa.
It was dated two years before his death.
Rebecca,
If you’re reading this, the trust has transferred.
Sé que veinte millones de dólares suena como libertad. No lo es. El dinero es solo un apalancamiento. La libertad es saber lo que vas y no va a cambiar por ella.
Sonreí entre lágrimas.
Then continued.
One day, somebody may tell you
