“Don’t start with your drama,” my son’s wife said after I fell and lost my leg—until hidden papers revealed my accident was no accident at all.

to come out. I don’t have time for this.

—I do have something for you.

I gestured toward the table. The USB drive lay there.

Nicolás frowned.

—What is that?

—Your end.

Daniel appeared from the hallway, phone in hand.

—The police are on their way.

For the first time, Nicolás lost his smile.

“You’re an idiot,” he spat at Daniel.

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