PART 2
Rosa arrived at the market carrying an empty shopping bag and a gray shawl covering half her face.
She sat beside me on a bench in front of a cemitas stand, but she didn’t even look at the food.
—Doña Elena, Don Daniel wants to take everything you own.
I let out a nervous laugh, as if that were impossible.
—Everything? Rosa, I barely have anything.
She pulled a folded folder out of the bag.
Inside were copies of documents: my house in Toluca, a savings account I had opened for Valeria, even a small piece of land my brother left me in Metepec.
Every one of them was already in the process of being transferred.
My signature appeared at the bottom of several pages.
But that was not my handwriting.
—My God… —I whispered.
—Yesterday they brought in a notary —Rosa said—. Daniel told Señora Valeria that you were losing your mind and that you were going to sign everything over to “protect the family assets.” But you were never there.
My eyes burned.
—Did Valeria know?
Rosa lowered her gaze.
—She believes whatever he tells her. He keeps her scared. He checks her phone, hides her keys, controls the money. If she cries, he tells her she’s crazy. If she asks questions, he says no one else would ever put up with her.
I wanted to defend my daughter from that truth, but then I remembered her cold messages, her lifeless voice, the photos where she smiled without joy.
—There’s something worse —Rosa whispered.
She pulled out an old phone and played a recording.
Daniel’s voice sounded calm, almost bored:
“If Señora Elena comes to dinner, we’ll give her something to make her dizzy. Then we’ll say she fell down the stairs. Valeria won’t question anything. She’s too confused.”
I covered my mouth with both hands.
This wasn’t a family argument.
It was a plan.
I called Don Ernesto, an attorney who had once been friends with my husband.
I sent him the photos and the recording.
His answer was immediate:
—Elena, do not go back home. Don’t call Valeria. If Daniel controls her phone, he’ll know every move you make.
That afternoon, I hid at a cousin’s house in Cholula.
Rosa kept sending me short messages.
“Daniel is looking for anyone who may have seen you.”
“Valeria asked about you and he yelled at her.”
“He wants to take her to Cancún on Friday.”
“He says nobody there will interfere.”
When I read that, the fear disappeared and all that remained was anger.
Don Ernesto got help from a psychologist named Adriana and a retired former commander, Mateo, who had worked on domestic violence cases.
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A divorced millionaire was driving his fiancée home when he unexpectedly saw his homeless ex-wife on the street.
A little girl.
