Meanwhile, the wedding photos continued circulating online.
I said nothing publicly.
Silence can be far more unsettling than anger.
Three days later Mauricio and his new bride returned to Mexico City.
Through the security cameras I still controlled, I watched them arrive at the iron gates of the mansion.
They stepped out of a taxi with the easy confidence of people expecting a comfortable future.
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Mauricio inserted his key.
Nothing happened.
He tried again.
Still nothing.
Valeria glanced around impatiently, probably imagining how she would redecorate the house I had designed.
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