I did not touch the phone or open the conversation.

I didn’t need to.

The visible line said: If the transfer fails tomorrow, they will come after me.

A second notification followed: We still have the house option.

Ofelia knows what to do.

I stood very still.

The house option.

Our house, where Manuel had eaten Sunday dinners, where we’d hosted employees when Crestview made its first profit, where I had believed our marriage would grow old.