And found a message.
Scheduled.
For me.
“Mariana, if you’re reading this, Diego has tried to remove you. Do not sign anything. Go to box 317. Everything is there.”
My chest tightened.
Eduardo knew.
Which meant this wasn’t sudden.
It was planned.
The next morning, I went to the bank.
Box 317 held everything.
Documents.
A USB drive.
And a letter.
In the video, Eduardo looked tired.
But clear.
“They pressured Diego,” he said. “They offered him control. I refused.”
“If I’m gone and he pushes you out… it means they continued without me.”
“The real will is in this folder.”
“Fight.”
