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… it’s not only ours. Some of it… it’s yours too. But it’s tied to something you don’t know about.”
I blinked, confused. “Tied to something… what? Lucía, you’re scaring me. Please, just tell me.”
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