An Ambulance Took My Mother to the Hospital—When I Returned for Her Medical Folder, I Found My Mother-in-Law Moving Into Her Apartment

I did not demand Ophelia’s address because I already knew it.

I went into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and called Aunt Rosario.

Everyone called her Chayo.

She was Ophelia’s sister-in-law.

Years earlier, after a minor surgery, Ophelia had given Chayo a spare key to her house and announced loudly at Sunday lunch:

“You are family.

If you’re ever in Puebla, don’t waste money on a hotel.

The guest room is always available.”