Chapter 10 - MY MOTHER’S LAST DEMAND
Sergio was arrested before he could leave the country.
The investigation widened immediately.
Fraud.
Forgery.
Coercion.
Identity theft.
Financial crimes.
And possible involvement in my father’s assault.
My father agreed to cooperate in exchange for consideration regarding his own charges.
That didn’t make him innocent.
It made him useful.
For the first time in my life, he couldn’t solve a problem by staring out a window and telling me not to start.
He had to speak.
My mother reacted differently.
She blamed everyone.
Sergio.
Noelia.
Dad.
Mateo.
Grandma.
Me.
Especially me.
Three days after Sergio’s arrest, she requested a meeting through our attorneys.
I almost refused.
Then I agreed.
Not for reconciliation.
For closure.
We met in a conference room at Andrés’s office.
Mateo sat beside me.
My mother entered wearing the same gray coat she had worn to Grandma’s funeral.
She looked smaller.
But not sorry.
She sat down.
Nobody spoke.
Finally she looked at me.
“You’ve made your point.”
I almost smiled.
“My point?”
“Your father may go to prison.”
“You may lose the house.”
“Noelia’s relationship is destroyed.”
“And now everyone knows our private business.”
I stared at her.
“You still think this happened to you.”
Her lips tightened.
“I’m trying to save what remains of this family.”
“What family?”
“Lucía.”
“No.”
I leaned forward carefully.
“You threw me onto a sidewalk one day after surgery.”
“You pulled me by the hair.”
“You watched me bleed.”
“You planned to steal my house.”
“And your first concern is your reputation.”
“I lost my temper.”
“You made a choice.”
“I’m your mother.”
“There it is again.”
“What?”
“That title.”
“You use it like a key.”
“As if saying ‘I’m your mother’ should unlock every door after you burn the house down.”
She stared at me.
Then her eyes moved toward Alba’s photograph on Mateo’s phone.
“I want to see my granddaughter.”
“No.”
Her face changed.
“You can’t do that.”
“I can.”
“You would keep a grandmother from her grandchild?”
“I’m keeping my daughter away from someone who physically attacked her mother while she was holding her.”
“That isn’t what happened.”
“It’s exactly what happened.”
My mother stood.
And for a second, I saw the woman from the bedroom again.
The woman who expected fear to restore control.
“You have always been ungrateful.”
I stood too.
Slowly.
Painfully.
But I stood.
“And you have always confused obedience with gratitude.”
Her mouth opened.
I continued.
“Grandma left me a letter.”
My mother froze.
“She told me something I wish I had understood twenty years ago.”
“What?”
“Family doesn’t earn the right to hurt you because they knew you first.”
My mother’s eyes filled with tears.
For once, they didn’t move me.
I picked up my bag.
The meeting was over.
At the door, she called my name.
“Lucía.”
I stopped.
But I didn’t turn around.
“You’ll regret abandoning your family.”
I looked back then.
“No, Mom.”
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“You taught me what abandonment looks like.”
“And I’m making sure Alba never learns it from me.”
