They would never touch that trust, because it answered to no one but me, and I was not nearly as gone as they believed.

Chapter 6 — Furniture

The next day my mother came back with Emiliano, and they spoke over my bed as though I were a piece of furniture already being appraised for sale.

“So you sign Friday, you take the company, and that night we authorize them to stop keeping her alive,” Adriana said.

“Exactly.” “Good.

Then Ximena can start her new life.” And the two of them laughed, standing beside the bed of the daughter and wife they were planning to bury.