“Rosa, we need to go to the police.”
I looked at him.
“We will. But first, I want to know what they’ve done with my property.”
Thomas nodded silently.
At that moment, I had no idea that my son and daughter-in-law were about to receive a much bigger surprise.
The next morning, we met with my attorney, Mr. Martinez.
He had handled our family’s legal affairs for many years.
When I told him what had happened, he immediately picked up the phone.
“Rosa, please sit down.”
“What’s wrong?”
He opened his computer.
“Your son tried to sell your house yesterday.”
My heart sank.
Miguel and I had built that house with our own hands.
“And?”
The attorney smiled.
“The transaction was rejected.”
“Why?”
He showed me a document.
“Because that house hasn’t been your personal property for the past three years.”
I stared at him in disbelief.
