That was when Diego grabbed my hand. Too tight to comfort. Then he leaned toward my ear:
“You are no longer part of this family, Mom.”
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.
