“Dad… it’s not what you think,” Graciela said quickly.

“I heard everything,” I repeated calmly. “The nursing home for your mother. Selling the house. Pretending to be sad.”

Neither of them could hold my gaze.

Finally Diego muttered,

“You were in a coma… we thought…”

“That I was already dead?”

He didn’t answer.

Then I picked up the folder Ernesto had left on the table.

I opened it slowly.

“I wanted you to know something before you leave.”

Diego frowned.

“What thing?”

I slid the documents toward them.

“My new will.”

Graciela began reading.

Her hands started to tremble.

“One… dollar?”

Diego snatched the papers.

“This is insane!”

I looked at him calmly.

“No. It’s a consequence.”

Lucía sat beside me and took my hand.

“Everything else will go to people who truly need help,” I said. “People who don’t see their parents as an inheritance waiting to die.”

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