At My Husband’s Funeral, My Son Whispered Six Words

go okay?”

“It went perfect. She walked out crying. Ramírez handled it.”

“And the paper?”

“In my jacket.”

A pause. Glass against glass. They were toasting.

“To your father,” Valeria said.

“To my father,” Diego said. “Who finally signed the right version.”

I put my hand on the desk to steady myself. I had to remind myself to keep breathing. The screen blurred continue reading …