“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
Michael, this is my home too!
He grabbed my arm and pointed at the front door.
NOT NO MORE!
I was shaking so much that I could barely walk.
But just when I got to the door, someone knocked unexpectedly.
Michael opened.
Outside was an elegantly dressed old woman holding a black leather briefcase.
He looked at me and then my husband.
Is it Michael?
“Yes. Who are you?
The woman did not respond immediately.
Instead, he looked over Michael’s shoulder and examined my face covered in tears.
Is it Sarah Johnson?
I nodded.
My name is Margaret Wilson. I’m a lawyer and I’ve been looking for her for six months.
Michael let out an impatient laugh.
A lawyer? My wife has no money to pay for a lawyer.
Margaret abrió lentamente su maletín.