“We sold the house,” he said without hesitation. Pack your things, mother-in-law. My daughter-in-law told me on the same day of her wedding, still wearing the white dress… and in front of everyone, as if the house already belonged to her.

The morning before was my son Alejandro’s wedding. Music, toasts, hugs. I myself paid every detail for him to begin his new life without debt.

And now, less than twenty-four hours later, his wife was trying to get me out of my own home.

“Good morning, Mom,” said Camila, savouring the word like a mockery. We just need your final signature.

The notary cleared his throat.

“Mrs. Montenegro, we bring the documentation corresponding to the purchase and sale of the property.

I left my cup on the table.

—Purchase of what property?

Camila opened the folder with theatricality.

“This house. It’s already sold.

Behind her was Alexander. He didn’t look at me. The wrinkled suit. The swollen eyes.

“Alejandro,” I asked without raising my voice. Did you put my house up for sale?

He swallowed saliva.

Camila said it was best for everyone…