Patricia smiles, all teeth.
“Oh, nothing,” she says.
“Just family matters.”
You nod as if you believe her, then pull out your phone.
“I’ll make it easy,” you say.
You tap the screen, not dramatic, just practical.
“I’m putting one more thing on record today.”
Patricia’s smile wavers.
Alejandro’s eyes widen slightly, as if he’s realizing you brought more than paperwork.
Lucía looks at you like a drowning person looks at a rope.
You open your voice memo app.
You set the phone on the table.
“And I’m going to ask you a simple question,” you say.
“Why did you really move in?”
Patricia scoffs.
“To help my daughter,” she says immediately.
But her eyes flick away, a microsecond of panic.
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