Greed.
Then I smiled.
“You’re right, my dear,” I said softly. “But before I leave, I’d like us to watch a family video. A very special one.”
Inés frowned, but she agreed because she thought it was some sentimental farewell. I took a USB drive from the sideboard and plugged it into the television.
The screen lit up. First, my husband Paco appeared from years earlier, wishing everyone a happy Christmas. Then the image changed. It showed my kitchen, filmed from a high angle.
Inés stood up suddenly.
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