"I... I only came to offer advice," he said, his voice now unsteady.
My lawyer looked at him.
"The Notary Association will be interested in knowing who you are, sir."
Diego turned to look at me as if I had ripped off his disguise.
"Laura... what did you do?"I took a deep breath. And for the first time in six years, I said my name with all my might.
"I'm safe."
Diego tried to approach, but the man in the vest stopped him with an arm.
"Don't touch her."
Diego laughed, exasperated.
"This is ridiculous! She's confused! She's old! She's making things up!"
And I, without raising my voice, picked up the small jar I had been saving. I placed it on the table, next to the lukewarm glass.
