Diego pounded on the door.
“Dad! We know you’re here!”
Ernesto opened the door calmly.
“You may come in.”
They entered like a storm.
Graciela was the first to speak.
“How could you disappear like this? We were worried!”
I looked at her steadily.
“Worried?”
Diego crossed his arms.
“Of course we were.”
I took a deep breath.
“I heard everything.”
Silence fell like a stone.
Their faces changed instantly.
“Dad… it’s not what you think,” Graciela said quickly.
“I heard everything,” I repeated calmly. “The nursing home for your mother. Selling the house. Pretending to be sad.”
Neither of them could hold my gaze.
Finally Diego muttered,
“You were in a coma… we thought…”
“That I was already dead?”
He didn’t answer.
Then I picked up the folder Ernesto had left on the table.
I opened it slowly.
“I wanted you to know something before you leave.”
Diego frowned.
“What thing?”
I slid the documents toward them.
“My new will.”
