Hello…? My voice sounded strange, as if it wasn’t my own.

Hello…? My voice sounded strange, as if it wasn’t my own.

The silence that followed was worse.

Because it wasn’t empty.

It was… inhabited.

Then I heard it.

A soft sound.

A chair moving.

From the back of the house.

My feet moved forward on their own.

Slow.

Unsafe.

Each step felt heavier than the last.

The hallway seemed endless.

Until I arrived at the dining room.

And there…

I saw her.

A woman sitting with her back to us.

Gray hair gathered in a bun.

Slim.

Quiet.

As if he had been waiting for me.

« Doña Lupita… » I whispered.

The woman did not move immediately.

He only tilted his head slightly.

And then he spoke.

—You took a long time to come.

My heart stopped.

That voice.

I recognized her.

It was her.

—But… —my voice trembled— you… you died…

The woman let out a small laugh.

It wasn’t cheerful.

She was… tired.

—That’s what they told you.

He turned slowly.

And when I saw his face…

I understood everything.

She was not a sick woman.

She was not a forgotten woman.

She was a woman… in hiding.

Her eyes were light.

Lucid.

Too lucid for someone who had supposedly died a month ago.

« Sit down, » he said calmly. « It’s time someone told you the truth. »

My legs barely responded.

But I sat down.

In front of her.

—Diego told you this house was being remodeled… right?

I nodded.

—For eight years.

She sighed.

—Yes… eight years.

Pause.

—Eight years in which he erased me from your life.

I felt a chill in my chest.

-Because?

Doña Lupita stared at me.

—Because I know who your husband really is.

Silence.

Heavy.

« Diego didn’t want you and me to talk, » he continued. « Because I was never afraid of him. »

—I never believed his stories.

—And I never accepted their business deals.

My mind started putting the pieces together.

The absences.

The strange money.

Lies.

—Years ago —she said—, Diego started getting involved in… bad things.

Pause.

—Very bad.

I swallowed.

—What kind of things?

She didn’t hesitate.

—Money that wasn’t yours.

—Dangerous people.

—Debts that cannot be paid with money.

I felt the air getting heavier.

« When I refused to help him, » he continued, « he decided on something very simple. »

Pause.

—Disappear.

—Make her disappear…?

« For everyone, » she said. « I was already dead. »

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