Michael opened the leather folder.
Inside were photographs.
Old documents.
Letters.
And one faded picture of my father.
I hadn’t seen that photo in decades.
Tears instantly filled my eyes.
“What is this?”
Michael took a deep breath.
“Your father saved my life.”
I stared at him.
“What?”
“Twenty years ago, my company collapsed. I was bankrupt. Your father invested everything he could to help me rebuild. He refused repayment.”
Volví a mirar la foto.
Mi padre siempre había ayudado a la gente.
Esa parte sonaba exactamente como él.
continuó Michael.
"Años después, la empresa se volvió extremadamente exitosa."
Mi confusión solo creció.
"Vale..."
"Falleció antes de que pudiera devolverle el favor."
La sala quedó en silencio.
