PART 2
My grandfather didn’t take me home.
He ordered the driver to go straight to the District Attorney’s office.
On the way, I told him everything: that my mom was keeping my mail, that she took my bank card “to help me with expenses,” that every time I asked for money for diapers or milk, she told me she didn’t have enough. I also told him that I had seen huge withdrawals from my account, purchases I never made, and transfers that no one wanted to explain to me.
My grandfather listened without interrupting.
When we arrived, he made a call.
“My lawyer is coming,” he said. “You’re not going to face this alone.”
Inside the Prosecutor’s Office, an agent took us to an office. At first, she seemed to think it was just a typical family argument. But when I mentioned the bank accounts, her expression changed.
Then my grandfather said something that left me speechless.
“I set up a three million peso trust for Valeria and her son. The documents should have arrived months ago.”
I stared at him, confused.
“What trust?”
The agent stopped writing for a second.
My grandfather clenched his jaw.
“So they hid that from you too.”
I felt like the ground was opening up beneath my feet.
While I was walking around with an old bicycle, begging for milk for my baby, there was money meant for us. Money I didn’t even know existed.
That afternoon, I filed a report.
My grandfather took me to his house, an old mansion in Zapopan where they had already prepared a crib for Santiago. For the first time in weeks, I could put him to bed without someone telling me I was doing it wrong.
But the peace didn’t last long.
The next morning my phone blew up.
First, there were messages from my mom:
Valeria, where are you? We’re worried sick. Come back to the baby.
Then her tone changed:
You’re acting like a crazy person. You don’t know what you’re doing. Your son needs stability.
Fernanda’s message was worse:
If you keep this up, I’m going to have to tell Miguel you’re not right in the head. I don’t want to, but you’re forcing me.
I showed my phone to my grandfather.
He barely smiled.
“They just gave us evidence.”
That same day, the lawyer, Mr. Salcedo, and a forensic accountant arrived.
