A sleepless night
Rosa didn’t ask any questions. She made chamomile tea and sat with me in silence. Later, lying in the guest room, I watched the shadows of the fan turning on the ceiling.
I picked up my phone several times, tempted to open the camera app. I always stopped myself. I was afraid I wouldn’t see anything… and even more afraid of seeing something.
Dawn arrived pale, with the scent of salt and damp wood. I hadn’t slept. Rosa was still snoring when I opened the app.
The picture showed my living room exactly as I had left it. I sighed, almost embarrassed.
Then the door opened.
The recorded betrayal
Rafael , my son, went in first. Behind him came our cousin Leonel and a man with a toolbox. The stranger went straight to the studio door lock.
“He’ll be gone for a week,” Rafael said. “Plenty of time to put him up for sale.”
Leonel laughed.
—He’ll sign when he gets back. I already have the forms ready.
I couldn’t breathe.
They talked about writing, about the safe, about paying off debts as if they were tidying up furniture. I watched them open drawers that held family memories, without a single hint of guilt.
When they left, the door closed as if it were the end.
Something inside me silently broke.
