Álvaro smiled even wider. “Exactly. We’re just trying to avoid any family conflicts.” In that instant, everything became clear.
It wasn’t confusion. It wasn’t concern. It was a deliberate act.
I left the bank unnoticed. My hands were shaking—not from fear, but from a sharp, unquestionable clarity of mind. Álvaro believed that my calmness made me harmless; that my age made me invisible; that my silence meant submission.
He was wrong.
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