Miré por la ventana.
El sol de la tarde había comenzado a desvanecerse.
“That doesn’t explain the document.”
“I saw the amount and asked where the money came from. Lucas said it was money you had agreed to divide before the divorce.”
Me reí amargamente.
“¿Lo hizo?”
“Then I saw your signature. I recognized it from a Christmas card you gave me last year.”
El recuerdo me golpeó.
Una pequeña tarjeta.
A handwritten message thanking Melanie for helping Lucas through a difficult work project.
Lo había firmado con amor.
Y aparentemente, alguien había usado esa confianza contra mí.
“I asked him whether you had really signed the transfer,” Melanie continued. “He got angry.”
“¿Qué dijo?”
“He told me to stop asking questions about his marriage.”
I gripped the phone.
“Then what happened?”
“Él dijo algo en lo que no puedo dejar de pensar”.
“¿Qué?”
Melanie dudó.
