When my husband returned after three years of working away, he didn’t come back alone.

Then I looked at the woman.
Suddenly she avoided eye contact with me.

And in the end, I looked at my husband.

I went to the sideboard in the hall.
I took out a blue folder.
I handed it to him.

“These are the divorce papers,” I told him. “
And the deeds for the termination of your position as administrator.”

Fernando smiled contemptuously.
He read the first page.
Then the second.
Then the third.
His smile crumbled.