Last summer I even helped Ricardo’s brother move houses, carrying boxes all day under the brutal Veracruz heat.
And this was how they repaid me.
I smiled.
It wasn’t a friendly smile.
It was the smile of someone who had just decided they were done being taken advantage of.
“Okay,” I said calmly.
“I’ll leave.”
Ricardo looked slightly surprised, as if he expected an argument.
“Good. Finally, some common sense.”
I turned toward the door, but paused.
“Just to be clear, Ricardo—are you telling me to leave my own property?”
“Exactly.”
“And you, Camila? Do you agree?”
My sister avoided my eyes again.
“It’s only a weekend, Valeria. Don’t be dramatic.”
I nodded slowly.
Inside my mind, I was already planning my next move.
“Alright,” I said.
“Enjoy your weekend.”
I walked out, leaving the door wide open behind me.
When I got into my car, I could still hear their laughter inside the house.
They thought they had won.
They thought I would accept the humiliation like I always had.
They had no idea what was about to happen.
I drove exactly three minutes before pulling into a small roadside gas station.
