In the video, she entered my house alone, opened a drawer, took out documents, and whispered into her phone,
“When they declare her incapable, the house will be ours.”
At that exact moment, the doorbell rang.
Two police officers were standing at the door.
Álvaro did not move. Shame seemed to turn him into stone. Inés reacted like a trapped animal. She rushed toward the television and yanked out the USB drive so violently that the set shook.
“This is manipulation!” she shouted. “A bitter old woman can invent anything!”
The children began to cry. I pulled Mateo and Lucía close and whispered that they were safe. The officers waited at the entrance: a young woman with a calm face and an older man whose eyes missed nothing.
“Ms. Carmen Rivas,” the female officer said, “we received your report this morning. May we come in?”
“Of course,” I replied. “I was expecting you.”
Inés looked at me as if she had just realized I was not the helpless old woman she had imagined.
Álvaro finally spoke, his voice breaking.
