“Good evening,” I said calmly, even surprised by how firm I sounded. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything important.”
Rodrigo swallowed.
—And you… who are you?
—My name is Elena López —I replied—. I am María Fernanda’s older sister.
I paused briefly.
—And I am also the lawyer who drafted the contract for the acquisition and restructuring of this property.
I took out my cell phone, opened a file, and showed it to him.
He recognized it instantly.
I saw panic flash across his face, fast, uncontrollable.
“Rodrigo…” the woman murmured. “What are you talking about?”
“This house,” I continued in an almost casual tone, “belongs to a holding company that represents my firm. The same one that absorbed your bankrupt company eighteen months ago, under one very clear condition: that my sister be treated as an equal partner and, at the very least, with human dignity.”
The glass Rodrigo was holding began to tremble.
“Elena, wait,” he said, forcing a smile. “You’re misunderstanding everything…”
But it was already too late.
Because Rodrigo still didn’t understand something.
That night he wasn’t going to lose an argument.
He was going to lose everything.
Part 2…
“Elena, wait,” Rodrigo said, forcing a stiff smile. “You’re misunderstanding everything. Maria hasn’t been well lately… she has episodes. We’re all trying to help her.”
I didn’t raise my voice.
I didn’t even frown.
“Help her?” I asked in a low, controlled tone. “By letting her sleep on the floor? By allowing strangers to laugh while you reduce her to just another object in this house?”
Rodrigo opened his mouth, but no words came out.
I didn’t wait for a reply.
I went over to my sister and knelt beside her. Up close, reality hurt more. She was too thin, as if her body had been slowly fading away. Her wrists looked fragile, almost transparent.
When I placed my hand on his shoulder, he immediately shrank back.
A reflection.
As if I were expecting a complaint.
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