Valeria stared at her. “And my earrings?”

“You never wore them.”

“My father gave them to me.”

The room shifted when she said father. Even Andrés understood he’d reached dangerous ground. Those earrings had belonged to my mother, then to me, then to Valeria.

They weren’t expensive in the way jewelers count value. They were expensive in the way grief counts.

Salgado turned one more page. “This is the clause regarding abusive or coercive conduct inside the property.”