The one who gave in.
“You know what the worst part is?” I said, calmer than I’d been. “That you didn’t even notice.”
Diego frowned.
“Lucía, you’re exaggerating—”
“No,” I interrupted. “I’m waking up.”
A heavy silence fell between us.
Heavy.
Uncomfortable.
Outside, Camila’s voice rose, irritated.
“Where’s he gone? He’s lost his sense of humor!”
I took a deep breath.
“Tomorrow,” I said. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“About what?”
I looked at her one last time.
“Money. Possessions. Everything.”
And I left the kitchen without waiting for an answer.
“That evening, no one spoke of it aloud again. But I could feel it. In their glances. In the long silences. In the way Camila avoided my path, not out of fear… but out of contempt.
As if I wasn’t even worthy of being mocked anymore.
I locked myself in my room.
My room.
” The one I’d had to give in to so many times.
I took an old box from the back of the closet.
Dust.
Memories.
And inside… papers.
I spread them out on the bed.
Forwarding.
Messages.
Recorded audio files.
Everything I once thought I didn’t need.
Because he trusted me.
How naive I was!
I picked up the phone.
I searched for a contact I hadn’t used in years.
A simple name.
“Mr. Ramírez.”
I hesitated for a second.
Just one.
And I pressed the call button.
—
The next morning, the sun shone through the window like every other day.
But this wasn’t like any other day.
I went down to the kitchen early.
I made breakfast.
Just like usual.
Eggs. Coffee. Tortillas.
Everything in its place.
Everything is normal.
Camila was the last to get off the bus. She was holding her phone, checking something with a slightly frowning expression.
He sat down.
He tasted the coffee.
“It’s cold,” he said without looking at me.
I didn’t reply.
Diego avoided my gaze.
My in-laws were chatting about this and that.
As if nothing had happened.
As if I were still the same person.
Camila’s phone vibrated then.
He looked at it.
His expression changed.
Not much.
But enough.
“How strange…” he murmured.
“What happened?” his mother asked.
Camila didn’t answer right away. She typed quickly.
Then her other phone vibrated.
And one more.
Three.
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