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Mr. Castañeda arrived at my house at six in the evening. I had arranged the appointment at that hour deliberately, knowing Mauricio and Valeria would be home.
I endured humiliation in my own home—until my son demanded I pay for his wife’s burned handbag, not knowing I had already uncovered his banking secret
Valeria came downstairs, curious. Mauricio followed. Mariana appeared in the doorway from the living room.
The lawyer opened a folder.
