Shindu looked at the envelope, then at his mother, and opened it.
Inside were several carefully folded documents — legal papers.
His eyes ran across the first line.
Then he stopped.
His whole body stiffened.
Ada stepped forward impatiently.
“What is it?”
Shindu did not answer. He simply placed the document on the table and turned it toward her.
Ada bent down to read it.
A few seconds later, all the blood drained from her face.
“This house is in my name,” said the mother calmly.
No one spoke.
Gozi, standing in the corner of the room, even forgot to breathe.
Ada simply shook her head as though refusing to understand what she was seeing.
“No, that is impossible.”
