I said nothing. I remembered the deeds to the apartment in Lavapiés and the place in Benidorm, the bank accounts, the will. Most of all, I remembered the cold metal key I had found in the inside pocket of her blue robe that same afternoon after she died, while Pilar argued on the phone with her sister about who would pay for the burial niche.

The notary summoned us a week later to his office on Fuencarral Street. Shelves lined the walls, the air thick with paper and coffee. Sitting across from the desk, Javier looked confident.

“My grandmother always said I was her favorite,” he said with a half-smile. “Something will fall to us, Mom. And to Lucía too, of course.”

The notary, a man in his sixties with thin-framed glasses, cleared his throat.

“I will proceed with the reading of the will of Mrs. Dolores Navarro.”

He read slowly. When he mentioned my name as the sole heir, the silence turned solid. Pilar’s mouth fell open; Javier froze.

“There must be some mistake,” she snapped. “That can’t be right.”

“The document is perfectly registered,” the notary replied. “Signed and sealed. If you wish to contest it, you may do so in court, but as of today the heir is Mrs. Martín.”

I felt part of me shrink and another part expand. I didn’t look at Javier. I knew his face would be a mixture of betrayal and calculation.

On the metro ride home, with the folder of copies on my lap, I felt for the first time the full weight of what Dolores had left me: property, yes—but also a weapon.

That same night, when Javier went out “to clear his head” and Pilar locked herself in her room to complain on the phone to half the world, I went to grandma’s little room.

I searched every corner.

Under the bed. Inside the closet. Behind the crucifix.

Nothing.

I sat down, frustrated. That’s when I noticed the double electrical outlet slightly separated from the baseboard behind the dresser. I pulled carefully. The plate came loose. Behind it, embedded in the wall, was a small gray safe.

The key slid in perfectly.

Inside there was a hard drive, another USB stick, and a neat stack of envelopes. Each one had a name written on it:

“JAVIER”
“PILAR”
“PEDRO (BANK)”
“URBANIZACIÓN EL CARMEN.”

And one separate envelope with my name again:

“LUCÍA. FOR LATER.”

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