Anna opened the folder slowly, without rushing. Every movement was deliberate, calm, almost gentle. She took out the first sheet and slid it toward the notary.
— This is a credit agreement, she said calmly. — One of six.
Laura raised her eyebrows.
— And what does that have to do with me?
The notary quickly scanned the heading. The color drained from his face.
— These are active loans… large amounts, he murmured.
Anna pulled out another sheet.
— Another one. And another.
The papers piled up on the table like a heavy, suffocating stack.
— In total, two hundred and forty thousand lei, Anna said slowly. — Loans taken out over the past two years. Overdue payments. Penalties. Interest.
Laura let out a short laugh.
— You’re joking. Michael had money.
— He had appearances, Anna corrected her. — The money was spent. On you. On expensive rent, vacations, clothes, gifts. On the illusion that everything was perfect.
The notary looked up.
— According to the law, whoever accepts the inheritance also accepts the debts.
Laura visibly turned pale.
— But… the house… the apartment…
— They’re mortgaged, Anna said. — Both of them. The car is under a lease. There are also unpaid bills, taxes, fines.
The silence became heavy, suffocating.
— That’s not possible… Laura whispered, taking a step back.
Anna closed the folder.
— It is. And it’s perfectly legal.
Laura dropped into the chair. The black veil slipped off her face, revealing a young, frightened expression, stripped of the confidence she had been wearing like makeup.
— Why didn’t you stop me? she burst out. — Why didn’t you say anything?
Anna looked her straight in the eyes.
— Because it wasn’t my responsibility to save you from a lie you embraced so eagerly.
The notary cleared his throat softly.
— Miss, you have the option to refuse the inheritance.
Laura blinked rapidly.
— And then who is left with the debts?
Anna stood up.
— No one. They are written off. I did not accept the inheritance. I only accepted the truth.
Laura remained motionless. Anna picked up her bag, adjusted her blazer, and headed toward the door.
— Michael left you everything he had, she said without turning back. — Including the emptiness.
When she stepped outside, the air felt cleaner. For the first time in years, Anna felt truly free.
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