One thing I was proud of was my Seat León, the car I had bought before we got married. It represented my independence and hard work. That’s why, when I came home from work one afternoon and saw the garage completely empty, I felt a strange, heavy feeling in my chest.
When I asked Álvaro about it, he didn’t look worried at all. He leaned casually against the counter and said,
“Lucía… I sold the car. My mother needs medical treatment.”
I stared at him in disbelief.
“What do you mean you sold it? That car belongs to me!”
He sighed as if I was overreacting.
“Don’t make a big deal out of it. You can take the bus. My mom needed the money.”
Ten minutes later, his mother Carmen called me. Her voice sounded shaky and apologetic.
“Oh sweetheart… Álvaro told me you were upset. I never wanted to cause problems.”
