A year after the divorce, I was called back to witness the reading of the family’s will. They laughed when I entered the room, thinking I was just a replaced past… until the will was read and everyone was shocked.

“Mrs. Alvarez… I’m glad you came.”

I wasn’t there because I missed any of them.
And it certainly wasn’t out of nostalgia.

The only reason I showed up was because of the message I received the night before—one that left me restless and uneasy.

Your presence is mandatory.

It wasn’t a request.
It wasn’t an invitation.
It was an order.

When I entered, I didn’t even bother sitting down.