She screams. He screams. The neighbors hear everything because of course they do. Daniel arrives in a gray car and tries to enter the house like he has rights there.
You stop him at the gate.
He is younger than Luis, handsome in a cheap way, with sunglasses and a gym body that does not know work. He looks at you like you are furniture in his path.
“Where’s Karla?”
“Leaving.”
“I’m helping her.”
“You can wait outside.”
He laughs.
“Old man, don’t make this ugly.”
From behind you, Silvia says, “I’m recording again.”
Daniel looks toward her window.
Good woman.
He waits outside.
Karla leaves with four suitcases, three bags, and a face full of hatred. Before stepping into Daniel’s car, she turns to Luis.
“You’re nothing without this house.”
Luis flinches.
Then she looks at you.
“And you’ll die alone.”
You nod slowly.
