“You didn’t leave,” I said quietly. “You ran.”
Her head snapped up.
“No,” I replied. “But I know what happened to me. Nothing. No calls. No messages. And now you’re here to collect.”
She tore the letter in half.
Julián didn’t react.
“There are copies,” he said calmly.
Claudia stood abruptly.
“This is a setup!” she shouted.
Julián remained unbothered.
“Mr. Varela also specified that the entire estate passes exclusively to his son, Marcus Varela,” he continued. “With one final condition.”
“What condition?” Claudia demanded.
“That you listen to a recording.”
I looked up sharply. This was new to me.
Julián reached for a small device and pressed play.
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