Not anger.
Ruin.
“Karla,” he whispers.
She stands.
“Give me my phone.”
He steps back.
“Who is Daniel?”
Her face goes white.
You hear the name and remember nothing at first.
Then Arriaga says quietly, “Daniel Robles?”
Karla snaps toward him.
“How do you know that name?”
Arriaga looks at you.
“Don Ernesto, Daniel Robles is listed as an emergency contact in some documents from Residencias Doradas. He called my office two weeks ago asking whether an adult son could admit a parent if the parent resisted.”
The kitchen goes silent.
Luis looks at Karla as if the floor has opened.
“You called with him?”
She starts crying.
But this time, the tears are desperate, not staged.
“You weren’t doing anything,” she says to Luis. “We needed a plan.”
“We?”
Her phone buzzes again in his hand.
He reads the message aloud before anyone can stop him.
Did he sign the house paper yet? Once the old man is gone and the baby comes, we can push Luis out too. Don’t lose nerve.
