Nobody spoke after that.

Doña Rebeca and Andrés were given time to collect personal items under supervision. Not furniture. Not china. Not documents. Personal items. Andrés tried to take the keys from the bowl near the entrance.

Salgado stopped him with one word. “No.” He tried to say he’d come back with a lawyer. Salgado gave him his card. “Please do.”

Doña Rebeca muttered that Valeria would regret humiliating her husband’s family. Valeria looked at her then. Really looked.

“I was your family,” she said.

Doña Rebeca had no answer for that. Some sentences close doors. That one did.