My ex’s lawyer leaned over to him and whispered five words to him. Only five.
And Victor’s face—that smug face I saw for fifteen years across our table—went white. His hands trembled. The papers he signed with such emotion vibrated as if they were leaves in a storm.
And I… I smiled. For the first time in three years.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Who I am and how it all started
My name is Alejandra Durán, I am 34 years old, and until three months ago I was married to Víctor Medina.
Fifteen years. Longer than the patience of many women lasts.
I met Victor when I was 17. I worked as an archivist in a law firm, earning little, but learning a lot: numbers, details, silence and observation.
At 18 she was already a legal assistant. And at 19 I got married.
At 20 our son, Tomás, was born.
