You lost everything Dad left you, and I lost my marriage and my future. We’re two poor women trying to survive. If only she knew, I thought, if only she knew that right now I have more money than she can imagine, that I own the building where she lived, that I can solve all her problems with a phone call, but it wasn’t time yet. The next day we went to the bank.
Angela was nervous, hopeful. I kept up my act of a confused widow who didn’t understand much about finances. The bank employee led us to the safe deposit boxes, checked my ID, and opened box number 247. Inside was jewelry, lots of jewelry: rings, necklaces, bracelets, earrings. Some pieces I recognized as heirlooms from Roberto’s family. Others were completely new to me.
There was also a letter explaining the origin of each piece and its approximate value. Angela gasped. Mom, this must be worth a fortune. Do you think so? Yes. Look at this emerald and this pearl necklace. Mom, Dad kept a treasure here. According to Roberto’s letter, the jewels were worth approximately 200,000 pesos.
It was a significant amount, but it was nothing compared to the rest of my estate. It was like finding coins under the sofa when you have a million pesos in the bank. What do we do with this, Mom? I don’t know, daughter. They’re family heirlooms. But Mom, we could sell some pieces. With this money, you could get your beach house back, and I could pay off some of Eduardo’s debts. There it was again.
Even when she found something valuable, Angela’s first reaction was to think about how to use it to fix the problems Eduardo had created. She hadn’t learned anything yet. Are you sure you want to use your father’s inheritance to pay off Eduardo’s debts? What other choice do I have, Mom? If I don’t pay anything, the banks are going to seize everything I own. And technically, I don’t own anything.
Everything was in Eduardo’s name. Think carefully, daughter. Once you sell this jewelry, you won’t be able to get it back. I know that, but what else can I do? I can’t get a job with all these pending lawsuits. No employer is going to want to hire someone with so many legal problems. We took the jewelry home.
Angela spread them out on the kitchen table and examined them one by one, calculating which ones she could sell and which ones she could keep. It was painful to watch her reduce her father’s memories to numbers on a piece of paper. Mom, I think with this we can solve the most pressing problems.
Not all of them, but at least the most serious ones. And then what? After that, I’ll look for a job, try to rebuild my life, maybe I can find a small room to rent, something cheap. You don’t have to leave, daughter. You can stay here as long as you need. No, Mom, I’ve already abused your kindness enough. Besides, you need money too. You can’t support me indefinitely.
It was fascinating to see how Angela had constructed a completely false picture of my financial situation. To her, I was a poor widow barely able to support herself, when in reality I had enough resources to buy the entire building where we had found the jewels. That afternoon, Jorge called me.
Mr. Antonia, I have the full report on Eduardo’s debts. The situation is worse than I thought. How worse? He owes more than 200,000 pesos to various banks and also has debts with private lenders. What’s more worrying is whether he used forged documents with his daughter’s signature for some of these loans.
That means Angela is responsible. Legally, it’s complicated. If we can prove she didn’t know, we could free her from some debts. But it’s going to be a long and expensive process. How expensive? For a good lawyer specializing in these types of cases, it’s probably 50,000 pesos, and there’s no guarantee of success. I understand.
What if she simply pays the debts? If she has the money, that would be the quickest solution. But I doubt she has access to that amount. Jorge, I want you to prepare all the necessary documents to free my daughter from these debts, but don’t tell her anything yet. You’re going to pay, Mrs. Antonia.
I’m going to do whatever it takes to protect my daughter, but this has to be handled in a very specific way. When I hung up, I found Angela in the living room staring at the jewelry with a sad expression. She looked lost, like a little girl who had broken her favorite toy and didn’t know how to fix it. What are you thinking about, daughter? About Dad, about how disappointed he would be in me if he could see what I did with my life. Your father loved you very much, Angela. He would understand.
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