My stomach dropped. I tried to respond, but no words came.
Without releasing me, Diego signaled Eduardo’s lawyer, Mr. Ramírez, who stood a few steps away.
Ramírez opened his briefcase. He pulled out a sealed envelope.
“The will,” Diego said aloud.
I recognized Eduardo’s signature. And the notary seal.
Diego took it as if it had always been his.
Then he reached into my bag.
“The keys,” he added.
I had them all: the front door, the garage, the office.
“This is a mistake,” I managed to say.
Ramírez avoided my eyes.
“Mrs. Mariana, your son is the sole heir according to this document,” he replied mechanically.
Several people lowered their gaze.
I felt shame. Anger. And a sorrow so deep it made me dizzy.
I didn’t shout.
I understood that, right there, in front of everyone… he wanted to humiliate me.
So I turned and walked toward the cemetery exit.
Behind me, I heard murmurs.
