“I’m your son.”
“Yes. And somehow, that made me tolerate behavior I would have called theft from anyone else.”
Karla points at you.
“You’re really throwing a pregnant woman into the street?”
You look at her stomach.
Then at her face.
“No. I am giving two adults thirty days to become responsible for the child they made.”
Luis looks like he wants to say something cruel.
Then your phone rings.
It is your neighbor, Silvia from next door.
You almost ignore it, but something makes you answer.
“Don Ernesto,” she whispers, “there are two men outside asking if you’re home. They said they’re from a moving company.”
Your eyes stay on Luis.
“What moving company?”
“They have boxes. One says Residencias Doradas.”
The kitchen disappears around you.
So it was not just an online charge.
They had scheduled your removal.
Today.
You stand slowly.
“Thank you, Silvia. Please call my lawyer if they try to enter.”
