My husband said he was “on a business trip” — but when I went to the hospital to visit my sick friend, I suddenly heard her voice behind the door… And what I heard made my blood run cold.

I saw him go.

And I felt a slight emptiness in my chest.

I ignored it.

That afternoon I remembered Laura. My best friend from the National Autonomous University of Mexico. She had written to me saying that she was hospitalized in Querétaro for a serious infection.

Laura always said that life was unfair to her.
I always said I would help her.

The house where I lived was mine. I never charged him rent.

I bought fruit, sweet bread, and drove myself to Querétaro.

I never imagined that I was going straight to my own emotional funeral.

The hospital was elegant. Too elegant for someone who “had no money”.

VIP Suite 305.

VIP.

Something didn’t fit.

The hallway smelled of expensive disinfectant. Marble. Silence.