RIO
It’s been a week now.
My mother probably should have been buried days ago, but after the first autopsy came back clear, I challenged it and ordered a second opinion. And then a third.
Everything was telling me that my mother died of natural causes, but I couldn’t accept it. It didn’t make sense.
I know that is most likely what every child said when they had to bury their parent too soon, but it was true. My mother ran an empire, sure, but she was an incredibly happy and unstressed woman. We were planning our trip in a few months, and she smiled.
Every day. Her smile lit up the room.
I wasn’t the only one who had a hard time believing Evelyn Rocard suffered a fatal heart attack. There were quite a few people, and a dozen more rumours.
I was determined to figure it out, but
