“Did it?”
“No.”
Carmen looked down.
Sofia turned to leave.
Then stopped.
“But I hope you tell the truth now.”
Carmen looked up.
“Why?”
“So someone else doesn’t pay for what your family did.”
Then Sofia walked away.
Outside, she took a long breath.
“I thought I would feel powerful.”
I touched her shoulder.
“You were.”
“No.”
She looked at me.
“I felt sad.”
“That doesn’t make you weak.”
She nodded.
“I know.”
Months passed.
Sofia annulled her marriage.
The condo remained entirely hers.
She almost sold it.
Then Daniel asked to see it.
The four of us went together.
Alexander.
Daniel.
Sofia.
Me.
The condo looked ordinary.
Sunlight across the hardwood.
A coffee mug still on the counter.
One wedding invitation stuck beneath a magnet on the refrigerator.
Sofia removed it.
Daniel walked into the bedroom.
He touched the section of wall where the archive had been hidden.
