I looked at Lucía, my mind racing. “What… what do you mean?” I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.
She hesitated, her fingers twisting the edge of a tea towel. For a moment, it seemed as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. Then she spoke, slowly, almost painfully:
“Javier… that money… …
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