The weekend passed in a blur of preparation. Rafael's lawyers worked quickly, drafting documents that would protect Mama's interests while giving Rafael the control he'd demanded.
Antonio came to the house on Saturday to explain the legal structures. He sat across from me in Rafael's study, papers spread across the desk between us.
"These documents create a trust," he explained, pointing to the first stack of papers. "Your mother will be the primary beneficiary, but there are certain restrictions on what she can do without approval from the trustees."
"And who are the trustees?"
"Myself, one of Mr. De Luca's other lawyers, and you."
I looked up sharply. "Me?"
"Yes. Mr. De Luca insisted you be included. That way your mother has family representation on the board."
That was unexpected
