rubbing his eyes.
“Did you try it on yet?”
No greeting. Just the necklace.
“Not yet.”
“Wear it today,” he said. “I want you to keep it on tonight.”
His eyes scanned everything—the sink, my hands, the counter.
Too careful. Too tense.
At work, I couldn’t focus.
At lunch, I went to an old jewelry shop.
The owner examined the necklace briefly.
“This isn’t gold,” he said. “And there’s something inside.”
He scraped it open, revealing corrosion and residue.
“If this touches your skin, it could cause a severe reaction,” he warned.
My chest tightened.
I called my best friend, Ximena, and told her everything.
She didn’t hesitate.
“Daniela… he’s trying to hurt you.”
Her cousin worked at the prosecutor’s office. I contacted her immediately.
She told me they needed proof.
That evening, I searched our documents.
I found the updated insurance policy.
Mauricio was the sole beneficiary.
There were
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