The next day her children arrived.
Two well-dressed men and a woman wearing dark glasses, all in a hurry, smelling of expensive perfume and looking annoyed.
As soon as they saw me inside the house, one of them asked,
“And who are you?”
“Diego. I helped her.”
They didn’t even say thank you.
They started checking drawers, opening furniture, talking among themselves about selling the house, about “settling this matter quickly,” and about how much the cheapest funeral would cost.
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