“Oscar confirmed that Alejandro and Doña Victoria signed the liquidation agreement yesterday,” Samuel said.

“They’ve put the Zapopan house on the market to pay their personal creditors.”

I remembered the moment at the outer gate when Marcus had stepped forward to face Doña Victoria’s car.

He had handed her the registered land title along with the formal trespass warning, speaking with crisp, unyielding authority while thirty-two family members watched from their windows.

She had tried to bluster about stolen papers, but the cold weight of the state deed had silenced her completely.

“They’re moving to a modest rental in the northern suburbs once the sale closes,” Samuel said.