“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.

What did Camila really do during those months?
Who else knew about the plan?
And how far was my own son willing to go for “not being left behind”?

That… I found out later.

Part 2…

I didn’t open the door.

“Submit any document to the office of Mr. Salvatierra,” I replied by the intercom. Without authorization from the trustee there is no treatment.

I closed the communication without waiting for a response.

Camila lost her smile.