The app showed movement.

From the cemetery…

to the city center.

He wasn’t grieving.

He was moving forward.

I remembered something.

Eduardo’s office.

The safe hidden behind the painting.

And something else—

Weeks before he died, he had given me his email password.

And a number.

A safety deposit box.

“If anything strange happens,” he had said, “trust what I left outside the house.”

At the time, I thought he was being overly cautious.

Now I knew better.

I followed the signal.

It led me to a notary office.

Through the glass, I saw them.

Diego.

Ramírez.

And her.

Valeria.

Eduardo’s business partner.

The woman he always said was “just business.”

I didn’t go inside.

I watched.

Ramírez handed over documents.

Diego signed them.

Valeria smiled.

Like she had already won.

Then they left.

The tracker moved again.

Back toward my house.

I followed at a distance.

Watched them unlock the door.

Walk in.

Like everything belonged to them now.

I stayed outside.

My hands shaking.

Then I left.

Returned to the café.

Opened my laptop.

Logged into Eduardo’s email.

And found a message.

Scheduled.

For me.

“Mariana, if you’re reading this, Diego has tried to remove you. Do not sign anything. Go to box 317. Everything is there.”

My chest tightened.

Eduardo knew.

Which meant this wasn’t sudden.

It was planned.