At my graduation, while everyone was toasting my sister, I heard my father laugh: “Let’s see if she finds something she’s actually good at now.” I was still wearing my gown while the room applauded.

the last seven years make sense.

None came.

Clara entered the apartment and placed the folder on the table.

Her hands were shaking.

“In March 2018, I was in Zaragoza with Grandma,” she said. “She had fallen at home, and I stayed with her for nearly two weeks.”

Clara looked directly at Lucía.

“I was never hospitalized. I never had surgery. I was never seriously ill.”

Lucía opened her laptop.

The folder marked 2018 was still there.

Inside was the €15,000 transfer receipt.

Screenshots of unanswered calls.

And most