“No,” I said. “The question is: where is my daughter’s money?”
His mother appeared behind him.
“Your daughter is unstable,” she snapped. “She abandoned her family.”
I handed Daniel an envelope.
He glanced at the court papers, and his face drained of color.
“You can’t do this.”
I looked him in the eye.
“You threw my daughter into the street with my granddaughter in her arms.”
I paused.
“I’m just getting started.”
—
The legal battle lasted six months.
During that time, Sofía attended therapy.
She regained weight.
