Patricia approached first, wearing that familiar mask of false concern.
“Lucía,” she said, “you still have time to stop embarrassing yourself.”
I met her gaze calmly.
“Good morning.”
That unsettled her. She expected tears or anger. Calmness always irritated her more.
“Daniel wants to speak to you privately.”
“No.”
“This isn’t how things are handled.”
“They’ve been handled like this for three years—by all of you speaking and me absorbing. Not today.”
Fernanda laughed.
“She thinks she matters now because she brought a lawyer.”
Arturo responded smoothly:
“She doesn’t think she matters. She does.”
Silence fell instantly.
For the first time, something shifted.
Inside the hearing room, we sat across from each other. Just Daniel and me. Patricia tried to enter but was stopped.
This wasn’t her stage anymore.
The judge reviewed our names.
Daniel quickly interrupted.
“This isn’t mutual. She’s overreacting.”
Arturo spoke instead.
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