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PART 1 “If that girl has just given birth, she has even less reason to be in the kitchen. As long as I’m here, that door stays locked.” My mother said it just three days after my wife came home from the hospital following a C-section, acting as if she weren’t a guest in my…

I froze with the paper between my fingers and an idea pierced my head like broken glass: if Ivan was alive, then someone had decided to bury him anyway. I looked through the foggy windshield and, for the first time in years, understood why my dad never returned to the cemetery. I didn’t start right…

## PART 1 “If that girl has just given birth, she has even less reason to be in the kitchen. As long as I’m here, that door stays locked.” My mother said it just three days after my wife came home from the hospital following a C-section, acting as if she weren’t a guest in…

I froze in the hallway, my heart pounding so hard I feared he might hear it from the studio. Every word that came out of Javier’s mouth fell on me like a sentence. “Yes… during childbirth,” she repeated. No one will question it. It will be an emergency. I’ll take care of everything. There was…

And at that moment, the door to my room opened. Javier entered with the rehearsed smile of an exemplary husband, a folder under his arm and his face carefully wrinkled by a sadness that no longer deceived me. Hearing the door click, Maria immediately fell silent on the other end of the line. I reacted…

At the age of seven, I cried demanding to marry my neighbor. Fifteen years later, I graduated from university and went to an interview at a large corporation. The CEO smiled and asked: – Have you come to apply… to be the director’s wife? When I was seven years old, the whole neighborhood knew that…

I opened it with my hands trembling. The handwriting was my mother-in-law’s. I recognized her right away by the way she made the “L’s,” long and thin, as if she always wrote in a hurry, even when it came to something important. The paper was folded many times and smelled of dampness, of boiled milk,…

The next morning, when the twelve showed up with suitcases, bags of coal, coolers and that noisy joy of someone who comes to enjoy something they feel is their own, the gate of the farm was closed with a new chain. Not the old, rusty one, which we always left on out of habit. A…

And behind him was the other woman. Young. Slim cream-colored dress, impeccable nails, straight hair falling over her shoulders as in a shampoo commercial. He had a drink in his hand and an expression between annoyance and bewilderment, as if he had opened the door waiting for food at home and instead had been handed…

After almost twenty minutes, the pavement changed. Veronica felt it on her back before she nodded her head at it. They no longer went along familiar avenues or streets of Narvarte where the car shook due to potholes or speed bumps. Now the journey was smoother, straighter, longer. As if they had left the area…