Each clap was another slap in the face for Valeria.
She got up as best she could, grabbed her purse hastily, head down, and ran out the gate as if fleeing the whole world. The hair extensions were left lying in the yard—a “trophy” that needed no explanation.
At that moment, a motorcycle roared at the entrance.
Javier arrived in a hurry.
Seeing the neighbors, his wife panting in the middle of the yard, the machine on the ground, and clumps of other people’s hair lying around… he went white, as if his blood had been drained.
Mariana turned to look at him.
That look wasn’t screaming. It didn’t need words.
But it was enough to make Javier feel a chill.
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