“Family…” Don Ramiro repeated slowly. “That’s an interesting word.”
Javier’s patience started to crack. “We’re not here for arguments. Where is our father?”
For the first time, something changed in the old man’s expression.
Something cold.
“You’re late.”
The brothers exchanged uneasy glances.
“What do you mean?” Andrés asked.
Don Ramiro stepped closer.
“Your father waited for you. For a long time.”
Silence fell like a shadow.