Eduardo knew.
Which meant this wasn’t sudden.
It was planned.
The next morning, I went to the bank.
Box 317 held everything.
Documents.
A USB drive.
And a letter.
In the video, Eduardo looked tired.
But clear.
“They pressured Diego,” he said. “They offered him control. I refused.”
“If I’m gone and he pushes you out… it means they continued without me.”
“The real will is in this folder.”
“Fight.”
