The air grew heavy. The room stopped feeling like a suite and began to feel like a trap.
“Because I can no longer remain silent,” she whispered.
And when she opened her mouth to tell the truth, I understood that she couldn’t believe what was about to happen…
PART 2
I didn’t sit down. I couldn’t.
Celia did. She slumped down on the edge of the bed as if the years had suddenly fallen upon her.
—Twenty years ago —he finally said— I had a son.
First I felt strangeness. Then anger. After that, a kind of fear that tightened my chest.
—And what does that have to do with me?
She looked directly at me.
-All.
She told me that, at forty, she was married to Octavio Beltrán , an agribusiness businessman with money, influence, and a clean reputation on the outside, but rotten on the inside. Owner of land, contracts, political favors, and armed men. A luxury cage, that’s what she said her marriage had been.
When she wanted to leave, he wouldn’t let her.
