“Is he hurt?” I asked automatically.
“He’s drunk… or worse. A while ago he was pounding on my door, shouting your name, then mine, then saying I had ruined his life. My neighbor called the police. But… I found something in one of the bags he brought from your house. And you need to know before they arrive.”
My stomach dropped.
“What did you find?”
“Bank statements. A jewelry box. Copies of your ID. Some transfer receipts for twenty-eight thousand four hundred pesos… or dollars, I’m not sure. There’s also an envelope with your initials on it. Valeria… he told me you two had been broken up for months. He said he wasn’t even living with you anymore.”
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